A voice,

no response.

Still,

time passed,

not sure how,

no watch or cell phone.

Longest

night.

Occupied

with thoughts,

alone,

began to fear,

that it might

somehow

start.

One

Most things we do

We do

At first glance

Solitary

Hushed

Surrounded only

By glassware

And computers

And even when

Most alone

An end

Always involves

Others

We join

Decades

Even centuries.