Heads Bobble

The heads bobble up and down only to check their view,

So they don't walk in to something, or someone while scrolling.

I stand here on my pedestal, trying to bask in the memory,

Of how I felt 12 hours ago...24...36.

When the lights flooded my eyes, and the voices overpowered,

The dull ache of the mundane weeks before and after.

When a smile, a touch, felt like it could last forever,

Before the colors faded back to dull.

No matter how high I stand, or how loud I roar,

I'm the only one who can hear me now.

I wave my hands, seeking connection,

Not an eye meets my gaze.

Life moves on, and on, past the glory, past the joy,

Only to become a distant memory.