No Explanation

There is no explaining how it feels
To look forward to an event
An accessible event
And arrive to find
No access, no welcome
Then
It just becoming
A quiet drive home.

Then

A dawning realization

That it continues

Without me.

Then

How unnecessary I am.

How is it

that

isolation is so

incredibly well ramped

and

disconnectedness

completely

and

fully

accessible.

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