summers almost finished
the fall air is returning
the nights come quicker
they know what’s going on
and so do i
soon, the busses will appear again
yellow, loud, messy
backpack wielding children,
laughter,
rushing into building,
i don’t belong in
i’ll still be here
it’s quiet
its solidarity
it’s like i’m watching a movie
but only the intro and the credits
summer makes everything easier
everyone is scattered
summer camps
beaches
shopping
i see people
no one notices anyone’s missing
but in the fall
the world goes back to school
and i’m
still
here
maybe i’ll take walks on empty streets
maybe i’ll read and write like right now
maybe i’ll text people and wait
for their hours late responses
maybe i’ll convince myself
that this silence feels good
but i cant gaslight myself that much
it just feels like being left behind