In A World...

In a world filled with Buzz

I sit here alone.

Watching.

Seeing.

Smiling.

 

In a world surrounded by Connection

I sit here alone.

Warmed.

Waiting.

Contented.

 

In a world so...

Why do I sit here alone?

This poem is about: 
Me

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