Thoughts in Isolation

I'm currently in day 8 of isolation. I stood on my step at dusk and was inspired to write this.

It's optimistic not mournful, I hope.

Trigger warning. ... mention of death.

"Thoughts in Isolation"

Is this what it's like?

Being dead?

The world carries on

Not missing a beat

Barely noticing.

I stand at my door

Observing.

Nobody notices I'm gone

After day one.

Of course, they carry on

As I have often done.

It's eerie

Standing here

Watching the world turn without me

And puts me in my place.

I hope I don't die

But if I do, it's comforting to know

It won't matter much.