A voice,
no response.
Still,
time passed,
not sure how,
no watch or cell phone.
Longest
night.
Occupied
with thoughts,
alone,
began to fear,
that it might
somehow
start.
Most things we do
We do
At first glance
Solitary
Hushed
Surrounded only
By glassware
And computers
And even when
Most alone
An end
Always involves
Others
We join
Decades
Even centuries.