The Loner Goes On

The Loner goes on Imagining friends He heads for a coffee With hopes to an end He looks at the counter Then raises his head And wonders why All his looks are of dead He picks at his pocket Not sure what’s inside Hoping it’s nothing Wanting outside He tugs at his money Begrudging his efforts He isn’t that hungry Or thirsty; sequester He stands tall and proud Cupping his coins He can’t wait for long And sitting is wrong He finally orders As he’s given the nod He’s happy to see it As friends or facade He waits He looks around Then he relaxes And feels the ground Approaching is coffee Nestled by hand Why won’t it come faster He can’t understand He pays over time Not wanting an end He knows he must turn; a table to ‘fend He looks for an opening A table that’s free Seeing so many Does not feel like glee He finally chooses to sit by himself For sitting with others Is rude and... Not stealth How has he gotten here He asks himself Retracing his journey As small as an elf He looks for a friend Then down to his coffee And sees his mug lifting His eyes feeling lofty He knows he must go And can’t say goodbye He leaves very slowly Feeling his sigh He’s walking straight home And can’t hear a thing Even his finger Goes without a ring He finally gets home And loves what he sees Knows what he has And feels that he’s free He thinks of the coffee And says he’ll go back But the next time he goes He’s switching to tea The Loner goes on Switching to tea Coffee's not important As the quest for friends must be