“Where are you going?” you ask; I slip between lonely bodies, and say, “help me turn the noise off,”
“Here,” slipping on those headphones from a once-upon-a time love, “but don’t you want to stay?”
“I can’t, I don’t want to see what I don’t want to see,”
“It’s just us,” —confused
“There is forever in silence, and I have been looking Forever,”