I prefer to be alone,
every waking second we’re apart.
I slip into a fantasy and let my imagination entwine with reality,
the realest me there’s ever been.
I speak freely,
to bar stools at a counter,
empty chairs around the table,
abandoned wicker furniture on porches…
Everywhere there’s company
everywhere there’s you
And it isn’t so posed and plastic
And I’m not just pseudo-making it,
not just faking it
it’s real and pretend,
and yet all inside my head…
