I have seen them chatting on the web
Posting the words in black text.
I see them comment, each to each.
I do not think they will comment to me.
One by one they leave the room.
An errand, a dinner, a lover, a life.
I remain waiting for the grackle sound.
Glossiness chipping so infrequently.
I’m fine. I’m okay. Nothing’s wrong.
I’ll be here tomorrow as always.
No one has ever be able to tell.