Maybe I’m a drifter
Drifting
Near
Afar
I’ve seen so many drift
Watched them
Felt them
Closer
Further
Drifting away
Temporary
Fleeting
Yet
I let them
Drifting is comfortable
Because I don’t have to swim
Perhaps part of me likes being alone
There’s a certain safety in separation
Distance
Thinking is just as real as touching
If I can close my eyes for long enough
A drifter safe in a bubble of observation
People are like places to me
But only few are home
I’m forever watching
Waiting
For the drifters to reduce to merely a flicker
But you
I hope I never let you
Drift away
Lauren Kathleen 