When we enter the same aisle
the old man points at my mask
then points at his own
and with a laugh exclaims
โ€œI thought I was the only oneโ€
and while it is certainly
less lonely
to not be the only one here
still wearing a mask
there is a peculiar loneliness
to being one of two.
@plaguepoems The masque of the Red Death we envy those daring soon-to-be changed foreevers out there. I don't miss oral much. Faces are over-raated