poetry by j matthew waters

all of the lonely people

all the beautiful people
stealing what they may
from all of the lonely people
the ones passing you by
like ghosts in the night
listening & maybe chatting
giving & taking without
a single body

march two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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