seen

I wrote it out three times

and sent the smallest version.

The little word came up beneath it.

Then nothing took its time.

Seen.

Not answered — seen.

Delivered to a bright room

where nobody looks up.

We used to talk until the sun

embarrassed us.

Now the dots appear,

think better of it, go.

I've started using your voice

for both sides of the joke.

Seen,

two ticks, and nothing after.

You go on without me.

I go on being seen.

Everyone's a room away.

Every room is soundproof.

I press against the wall of mine

and feel the others pressing too.

Seen.

"No" is at least an answer.

"Almost" never lets you go.

It holds the door forever open

on an empty hall.