solitary

everyone’s alone.

the ghost treads a path
through a smoky bar.
present goes unregistered,
eyes passing over her.

she sits and watches
from a corner.
people laugh too loud,
smile too wide with too-white teeth.

people cluster in pairs
saying little.
the room is quieter for it,
music almost achingly loud.

together yet not.

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