Drought of Connection

I check my phone,

for about the 7th time in the last few minutes,

Hoping there would be some sort of interaction,

But there isn't,

Just a notification from Google telling me I got paid,

or an automated text from Joanne's with a coupon to save,

I feel a drought of connection,

nobody to get to know and ask silly questions,

No one to want to go out, or choose to stay in with me,

Nobody to be excited to see,

I am not looking,

And I am busy with my future bookings,

But I still feel an absence,

A lonely to my daily dose of balance,

I have called my mom a hand full of times,

Nothing to say, but keeping her on the line,

Just to keep the connection of someone who loves me,

A shared community,

I am not afraid to be alone,

I love to experience life, even if I am on my own,

But there is something about sharing a space,

going to someone else's place,

That is not your home base,

There is something about connecting to someone else's stories,

Learning about another person's life inventory,

Somewhere to go,

Somewhere else to be,

Even if in your life, you are happy,

It's not about being wrapped up in a love story,

Or being someone else's main priority,

But as I sit here alone, writing this,

I just miss,

Learning about someone new,

The comforts behind other's truths,

The affection of having someone to lean on,

The simplistic pleasure on sharing the same taste in songs,

Another connection to sit with your thoughts,

Finding comfort in sharing your flaws,

Something you're looking forward to seeing,

A common space for two people, to be human beings,

There are dozens of apps on my phone,

Connections to people, most of who I know,

Yet none who I feel actively connected to,

Pictures and videos of their experiences splashed over my screen,

A messaging app away from connecting,

But that only takes you so far,

Because they are not where you are,

I almost just want to hide my phone away,

Avoid the temptation to find a connection, to justify I am okay,

Because some nights just feel a little emptier than others,

And sometimes you just want to share your existence with another.