Mónos

I feel myself slipping,

Frequently staring,

But I snap out of it

And continue what I was doing

I could hear the thump

Between my lungs in my chest

The veins tightening

Its blood pumping in and out

A crack;

Was I alone?

Because all I think

Is that when they are there;

I was there.

Was I truly alone?

Because when I wasn't there

They aren't there.