Thursday, June 07, 2018

No Explanation

There is no explaining how it feels

To look forward to an event

An accessible event

And arrive to find

No access, no welcome

Then

It just becoming

A quiet drive home.

Then

A dawning realization

That it continues

Without me.

Then

How unnecessary I am.

How is it

that

isolation is so

incredibly well ramped

and

disconnectedness

completely

and

fully

accessible.

2 comments:

clairesmum said...

desolation, painted with exquisite precision.
no words to ease the pain. just keep breathing....

Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt said...

Considering that by now you know how to check these things in exquisite detail, my apologies for the world.

They don't know who they're missing, but that's not the important part. They're missing a whole world of people.

Poetry is a good way to deal with it.