There’s a family around me.
A child.
Partner.
Parents.
People.
And I’m in the same room as them,
Kept at a distance.
I’m smiling.
I’m happy to see them.
They’re the same.
And I know I am loved;
A heavy feeling that drags me.
The shelves are stocked with food.
The walls are warm.
The books and games are plentiful.
The evening is long, calm, and soft.
And I am sad.
The kind where you can finally keep yourself company.
The kind of company no one’s invited to join.
There’s a piano that rings out a song for these times.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dur.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dar.
Just like that.
So easy,
Even you heard it.
I don’t have anything others don’t.
But few have it still.
Like the eyes and ears we all possess,
But few ever see or hear.
I don’t want company.
I wouldn’t wish others to join.
No.
Not here,
By the gold lamp in the blue room on this wet October evening.
It’s not that I don’t want you.
It’s just already so hard to have myself.
About the Creator
Conor Matthews
Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews


Comments (2)
Love how it's written so simply yet it's so well done! Great Poem!
This was so poignant and relatable. Loved your poem!