We Stand Alone

**This is a work in progress

Indie music plays
like colorful dots
dancing on a white wall.
We turn it up
until the bass
owns our hearts.
We sit silent,
surrounded by noise,
driving across our dark dead town
like we did
years ago,
before we stood alone.

Car doors slam.
Stiff hugs and stiff drinks
reunite forgotten friends,
summing up years
in short sentences.
Silences tainted by time
tear freshly formed masks.
I giggle glue
we’re no longer
patient enough to let dry
like we did
years ago,
before we stood alone.