ALONE

They thought that he never liked it.

Yet he wrote it when he felt it.

What he didn’t like was not choosing his own.

He was normally on his own.

He liked being alone.

 

It was what he was used to.

To not be bothered,

By anybody but two.

Because he liked them the best.

They were better than the rest.

 

They understood him,

They befriended him

Yet they have less time now.

Having to do what they needed.

He is left alone.

 

He misses them often.

He wished he had a button.

That would make them appear

Whenever he wanted a pair.

Yet he was still alone.

 

Sad and lonely

He sat in his room depressed.

Thinking soundly

He didn’t need any more rest.

He was already alone.