I pick up a phone and the voice on the other side says
Stop needing your life to matter so much,
that these pieces of paper I crumple up and
toss at cave walls send no vibrations,
that the other side of the conversation
was only ever a mirror talking to itself.
Someone was shouting at me
from the end of this cavern
but all that’s left now is the echo of
my own yells seeping through the chasm
to promise me I’m not alone.
I sit with my back to the noise,
waiting for my pupils to dilate so
I can learn to live with this darkness.