I Still Live On
I’m sitting alone in a restaurant;
been here many times before;
I am reality’s storied white elephant;
returning for another encore.
I am wallpaper; I want to blend in;
I only want to see; not be seen;
I’ve lived before; and now live again;
all past is a mist filled dream.
This restaurant is a great place to eat;
not an empty table, to be found;
a place where groups often meet;
and many lonely people abound.
Loneliness; my companion of choice;
tho she often; she has little to say;
she speaks in a soundless voice;
and, shows up nearly every day.
In it, I can see people, all around;
laughing and talking to a friend;
life seems to resonate with the sound;
their liveliness knows no end.
I can’t contribute to the cacophony;
I have so very little to say;
nobody really wants to hear from me;
for today is no longer my day.
I was born long ago, in yesterday;
in loneliness; I still live on;
I’m now alone in a brand new day;
for yesterday’s dead and gone.
Monty 4/23/23. # 1,541