Dark Matter Poem by Joseph Alexander

You just sit there.
Waiting.

You’re easy to ignore when I’ve got errands to run.
I can arrange my life around you and busy myself away.
You are quiet, but your presence is apparent.
In a crowded room, you fade, but your silence still speaks.
Laughter distracts from you, regardless you hold all my tears.
You are loitering behind every smile, every joke, every accomplishment.

It is when we are alone, you are loudest.
Still sat, patiently. Waiting for me to show you some attention.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and sometimes I’ll prod and poke.
And you, you edge closer.

I thought you’d be gone by now.
I thought I was stronger.