The Recluse

The somber tone is set

between us

while I strive

to express

my wisdom and feelings,

you complain each day

that I don't play

or listen to the words you say.

 

I wonder why

I can't find the time

to set apart

by myself

you lonely ones I suppose

need all the attention that you can get.

 

But beck and call

I don't do at all

and so I still play upon these pages

while right next door

you are asleep once more

dreaming of your advancements.

 

And so I say

everyday

does not mean I spend it with you

but need some time

to ease my mind

and release these backward glances.