Alone and Quiet (The One)
all is quiet
no noise slithers through the air
no one but me is there.
later, I am surrounded by
a sea of people,
their voices swarm through
the humid rain-filled air
physically I'm crowded,
mentally I'm avoided and secluded,
the air is always quiet where i am and
where i choose to be,
i look around; no one is here but me.
until i find the one who plasters
a smile on my face
the one who makes me laugh
with his humorous grace,
he hums his written songs in my ear
i wont admit, but close to my
heart i hold him dear
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