Viaje

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