Solitaire

10:43:26 AM And ten weeks later You'd be gone But your socks Are still here You looked so bad when you left Barefoot without a care, Solitaire The blanket you wore You had sworn you'd tear Before you'd leave again All tattered and alone Without a thought for your own Pursued by thrushes And their beautiful song A gem by it's lonesome Solitaire Let well enough alone The disquieting emotion Of your isolation Your unequalled proofs Of provocations Considered seperatly Things are never Of the same class Solitaire No displacement of egos Along your trail To go next your steps No devotee gaining on you No toting any trappings And your back subtracted Into the unsettling downpour The colors of your cover fading Solitaire Bedcloths and linens Wear dull the drifter Prompted by airs And your socks Are still there As if an advertisement For the grandstand Of your departure Solitaire So long to former discourse Recoiling without answers According to pattern No more, the grand tour For pegs on a board Extinct and flightless No long goodby Forever distracted Solitaire.