In a room filled with strangers
maybe

In a room where I know every face
yes

In a pub, in a club
I know

Sitting at the bar with a drink in front of me
the bottle is a friend
but no companion

It happens, happens all the time,
I go from one moment of connected,
knowing people,
talking and listening.
From this to separate, alone,
voices growing more
distant in
my head. Nothing to say

No comment, no wit, no
want to
No need to
hear
no way to
listen

A silence filled with
voice

I move to leave.