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.