it was left there
on the platform
the last few grains of hope
that somehow managed to survive
the long descent into the reality of man-made you-topia
in the deathly bowels
of an indifferent cement encrusted underworld
the dim light
the stale breath of the cavernous catacombs
the blank stares
into digital
into detachment
into the mainlined tether to
nothing
to ideas of relationships
that are as real as the tooth fairy
that are not of the hand to hand comradery
of yesteryear
how did it all come to this
why didn't anyone speak up
how did we traverse so far into these depths
without leaving a crumb trail back
and no one brought a fucking flashlight