Afterthoughts

Token gestures
that ring hollow
and empty,
little more than
an afterthought
in a world in which
I don’t belong –
a world that
doesn’t want me,
except as a convenience
that’s good enough for now
but not for tomorrow;
and in emptiness
I find myself,
while wondering
what I’ll lose –
in silence
echoes many things:
this is how
you lose me.