within the protective
blisterpacks
of our lives
we stare at our
screens and the
tiny reflections
which are little more
than fantasies
of ourselves
instead of reaching
out
across intersections
once noisy, friendly
chaos, now
sectioned off
perfect
straight-sided
cells
let me burst from this
hermetically sealed
prison
out into the open air
where I may float away
playing
laughing
dancing
maybe there
I’ll do more living
than dying
so
sorry I missed you
leave a message
or come find
me
trying
to free
the sun