Forsaken

the sole thing we have in common now is how often death crosses our minds
and in the vast silence between us you can only find
the shouts of us apprehensively apprehending that we would not be the ones to save each other
and wordlessly praying we would stop pretending
that we are both not thinking about thoughts of
how you confessed you fell in the shower, inferring about you lying there for a week
how I admitted that I spend far more time alone, than anyone ever thinks