what do you write
in the loud
in the crowd
when it seems
m e a n i n g l e s s?
like breathing
sometimes
feels empty

what do you write
when you’re
putting in time
waiting for something
waiting for someone,
Godot perhaps?

what do you write
in an empty world
filled with people
who aren’t really there,
not really
not in the ways
that matter…

you just write
the rhythm of the keys
clacking through words
like quick heartbeats
small sounds in the quiet;
and you’re afraid to stop,
afraid to flatline
so you
just
keep
writing

forever.