Human

That there 
are people
who care so little
for people
and who find solace
in their unhappiness
and who seem content
to wrap themselves
in self
and live
knowing
that we lost our way
back to each other,
and are fine to stop the search,
fills me with a sort of dread
that is so consuming
I can do little more than
sit as it rises like water
and swallows all the air
in the room where I sit.