That missing something

Sitting at a table
Our group of eight
A crowded restaurant
An awareness
Of my not talking
Not listening
Gazing out the window

Feeling detached
Indifferent
An unknown
Unarticulated
Longing
For what?
That missing something

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maskednative Says:
July 30, 2017 at 1:45 am | Reply
The ‘missing’ something connecting with you Tom.

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