The Bottom Shelf Review

The sound of my Xbox

Booting up,

As I plug in my headset

And wait,

 For the ping of my cousin’s invite

As we sit in different places

But still together.

Like a clock always on time

everyday

The Xbox turns on at my place

And his.

Together we play the same games

The same complaints,

As the games never change or get better.

But even when

In a place so dark and silent,

Alone.

With the glowing light of the screen

In the dark

Illuminating me alone in the room

Waiting

 As the hollow ping of my cousin’s invite

brings me back

to the joys of companionship