Together, Alone
by Aimee Green
Deep in their own worlds, yet
sitting side-by-side.
Paperbacks, immaculate, grasped
between thumb and fingers, propped
like masquerade masks
in front of their faces. Their gazes fixed,
attention unwaning. Coffees going cold.
In good company, they read.
When I notice them I wonder how often
they spend their days like this:
in each other’s company... yet.
Yet totally alone, treasuring words,
worlds, characters, stories
more than their companion.
Sitting by myself, I can’t help but judge.
I long for the conversation, the warmth,
the comfort of my one other:
the physical presence of someone else –
someone else in particular –
giving me their undivided attention.
Why would they waste this moment?
Every so often they break away,
discuss something just read.
An excitable summary
of the past twelve pages;
deep discussions
of character motivation.
Take sips of their drinks,
exchange friendliness,
reposition their paper masks.
I turn to my sketchbook,
adding lines and colour to pages
that only I will see.
My companion.
I bury myself within a blank page,
wondering: would they judge me for being alone
if their gaze happened to stray my way?
Or would they long for my lonely solitude
as much as I long for theirs?
Aimee Green is a graduate of the University of Birmingham, UK, with an MA in Creative Writing. Initially a prose writer, she rediscovered her poetic voice shortly after the birth of her young daughter. Her poetry has been published by Porridge Magazine, Aloka Magazine, and more recently as a daily offering on Poetry Breakfast. She writes confessional poetry inspired by her own experiences and shares some of her work on her website: https://aimeegreenwriter.wordpress.com