When we enter the same aisle
the old man points at my mask
then points at his own
and with a laugh exclaims
“I thought I was the only one”
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.
the old man points at my mask
then points at his own
and with a laugh exclaims
“I thought I was the only one”
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.