sometimes i think
that i do not care.
i do not care,
anymore.
their words cannot reach me.
and because the salty waves
do not flush from my eyes
i believe they do
not.
but then
then a close friend will sit there, laughing and chatting
as i am covered
with the only food i had that day.
sometimes i think
that they do not care.
they do not care,
anymore.
-jb
