Out Walking.

I wonder if actually, I felt more alone before?

I’d take the Jubilee line three stops, but it would feel like longer. I’d look at an armpit rather than face a face.  

I saw a friend once through the tangle of arms, but I didn’t call out. I just watched him like I’d watch a television while on my phone. Stealing glances.  

Now, I look everyone in the eye. I beam. I look like shit all the time and I beam.

You’re on a walk, I’m on a walk. Isn’t it wonderful?

Aren’t you glad you’re alive?