Wake up
what you call
“alone”
but for the furniture,
ceiling, walls, floor,
paint, wiring,
glass windows,
art, books,
consumer electronics,
all of which are talking,
all of which are listening.
Later, still (perhaps)
“alone”
except for the aforementioned
et cetera, and
all have shut up
or down
or fallen silent.
Describe my days
however you want.
Say lonely,
say empty,
say sad:
I still don’t miss you.
Dark Matter 
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