Loner

I sit alone…

In the space of hereafter and nevermore…and

the colors of rust and Ambrosia.

I sit on the line of 3/4 of inch and a 4th of a millimeter

…in spaces of low ceilings and high floors..

I sit..boxed and cornered..within smells of rememberance..

Noise & chatter

Along creased bed sheets and fur blankets

Yet..I sit alone…in the spaces of hardwood & drywall

…covered windows with slim sun rays

I sit within limits and itinerarys

…bells and whistleblowers

The clock will soon cease and I will still sit…

alone