loneliness

It is the last word that concludes a book,
the lingering ache imprinted in the waves of my mind
the echolalia of whywhywwhywhywhy
the blitz of unwanted questions
in which I am the victim
and the knowledge that i've been shortchanged
the mist on my glasses
the stolen glances that mark as a cachet for the many instances i've lost
(every single time)
(without fail)
(i always do)
it is the button that leads me to temporal Heigira
but mostly, it is the perpetual gnawing of flashes and unremarkable recollections
and the default state of my mind