Snack-run to the shops,
Conversation on bus seats.
Interactions with strangers,
That place where your friends meet.
Announcements on trains,
People greeting each other.
Comments in passing,
A dig at the weather.
Someone else's perfume,
A change from my own.
I'm back in that space,
The one you've outgrown.
The little things matter,
They're not all that small.
Not when you crave them,
To steady your fall.
Been locked out for ages,
Could you lend me your key?
Mine has been stolen,
I'm not longer free.
I don't have a choice,
Over much it would seem.
I want to join in.
Been benched from the team.
I watch from the sidelines,
Play it out in my head.
My mind is out there,
While my body's in bed.
I'm not in the pictures,
Not known at the local.
No one's noticed I'm missing,
They're busy being social.
There won't be a poster,
There's not much to see.
I think of the others,
Missing like me.
