My selfie and me


I’d best be going, he said,
knowing that nobody was listening,
but he didn’t care either way
he was going to go anyway
and so he went.

The ones who weren’t listening
never missed him
the party went on long after
he had gone.

The night drew stars in the sky
no one wondered why
no one seemed to care,

but the next day
everyone remembered
they were there,

and that’s too much like real life.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.