Aliens

Even if they exist, we are still alone.

Not like they're going to invite us to any of their parties or read any of our books.

Besides, some friends only make contact when they want something.

Maybe they tried calling already and we didn't get the message.

Maybe they're just not talking to us right now, mad over some spilled secret about the universe they tried to keep hidden.

Maybe they have big bang egos. An inflated sense of self.

Jealous they can travel through space and still not get anywhere.

Maybe they don't reach out because they're sadder than us,

more insecure, more fragile, more distant, more alien to themselves.