Emotions and Words Turned into Poetry

Soul Voice

I see you there.
Sitting alone,
Eyes glued to your phone.
You're always so dense - Why not open up once in a while?
Fingers curling around the handle of my lunch bag,
I walk up to your table.
You pick up your head, and your glasses seem to be
smudged with your own fingerprints.
I see me in you.
Before you can say anything, I take a seat on the other side of the table.
Your knuckles are white from how tight you're holding onto the phone in your hands.
Taking extra glances at you, I catch that your eyes are bloodshot.
You cried this morning.
Feet moving out from under the table,
Your body lifted itself up to walk away from me. But I grabbed your wrist.
"Don't walk away."
You looked at me.
Face consumed with shock.

The grip on my wrist disappears. And you were gone.
My lunch bag sits on the table - even though I didn't have it two minutes ago...
Wherever you went... I wish you'd taken me with you.
You had looked just like me.
Same messy hair.
Same bloodshot eyes - you had probably cried that morning as well.
Same smudged glasses.
Same baggy sweatpants that people seem to think are weird.
The same jacket that comforts us.

Sounds of the zipper on my lunch bag began to reach my ears.
My eyes shot towards the bag.
I watched the flap open.
And a note flies out.

'I'm always with you. So don't worry, you're never alone.'

I was sitting alone that day. My friend was out sick, and people didn't even bother to ask if I was okay.
And then you - or should I say... I... showed up... To make sure I was okay.
I wasn't alone for the rest of that day.
My phone was kept in my pocket - and I ate the lunch I brought myself.
Sure, I might've seemed crazy; Talking to myself every now and then.
Yet, I had someone talking back.
Within myself - my soul was speaking to me.
I didn't need much of anyone.
I just needed me.
My voice.
And I needed myself to be there for me -
And there I had been.