Adrift – A poem

Maybe I’m a drifter
Drifting
Near
Afar
I’ve seen so many drift
Watched them
Felt them
Closer
Further
Drifting away
Temporary
Fleeting
Yet
I let them

Drifting is comfortable
Because I don’t have to swim
Perhaps part of me likes being alone
There’s a certain safety in separation
Distance

Thinking is just as real as touching
If I can close my eyes for long enough
A drifter safe in a bubble of observation

People are like places to me
But only few are home

I’m forever watching
Waiting

For the drifters to reduce to merely a flicker

But you

I hope I never let you

Drift away