Poem: At the Back Of The Room

Poem 

Standing here

at the back of the room

i see you there, in the lights

and the glare

and you are there

and happy

dealing with it

wheeling with it

laughing with it

But then theres another

its not my brother

i dont have one

staring at the glare

and he is where

I am.

We dont speak but nod

a voice booms but just try

he starts to cry 

so i ask why

and theres no reply

is that a projection? Is it self protection?

Because He disappears

but i have no tears