I cut out the social media
The emails, the notifications
I had a few chats about work
But no one else talked to me
Contacted me, acknowledged my existence
I’d been lonely so long
But I never noticed
Just like no one noticed me
To be seen, heard, recognized
I’d have to go to where the people are
I didn’t want to be around anyone
I have work and I have cats
I struggle in crowds
How do I go where the people are
If I can’t be around people
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 