The sun is up
and I'm officially invisible.
I want to scribble a note
or write two names
in wet cement.

This commemorates the morning
of the night we didn't spend together.

This is a reminder that I exist.

This is proof of priorities reversed.

I put pen to paper
out of habit
and foot in mouth
out of pure talent.
I'm not really sure
what's under the surface,
because no one has ever bothered
to scratch that far.

I do know loyalty.
I do know trust.
I do know that,
every time I open my mouth,
someone else
does the speaking for me.

Nobody wants to be lonely,
but sometimes
we're not satisfied
with the alternatives.

I'm here,
I swear it.

Can somebody,
please,
just find me?