His imminent
introversion
interrupts his
interpersonal
interactions
He's alone on a bench
Out of the sun
A lonely trench
A bench for one
Metal arm on his right
Phantom on his left
Mind muffled and alight
Wondering deft
His past and his future
His present hopes
Leant back stature
Trying to cope
For he has not any fun
On his bench for one
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Unrequited Love for No One in Particular
PoetryI'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.
