DISTANCE

DISTANCE

I like to see them from a distance.

Ships

Packed with people, some embarking

expecting, with dreams, wonder, fantasies

Others with fear, seasick, lovesick

Some leaving, going home, finding

their loved ones,

finding their destiny

Done with work, tired, going home

I like to watch, observe

Cold, rain, heat, it doesn't matter

Watching them, swarming ants

busybodies, chatterboxes

All thinking they are belonging

So important

As if their movements are so unique

As if they leave a trail

no one did before.

I don't belong anywhere

Observing is as close as I can get

Judging them is as far as I can get

If I am perfectly honest

I'd give my life to think I was unique

To be a chatterbox, to interfere

with someone else as if it is

Perfectly normal

I don't belong anywhere

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Written for a Goodreads prompt

Darren White

September 18, 2016