I am alone
In the crowd
One of many
I stand singular
I stare far away
A woman’s back presses into me,
A man’s shoulder blade,
I am surrounded by limbs
And smells
And sounds
But what are these?
They vanish into air.
I disappear
I am not here
I hide within these forms
They allow my absence
I look out at you
But do you look back?
I draw within
I am gone.
Rosie Mullan
