The Loner

The world kept pushing him on and on He didn’t turn any corners just straight along It wasn’t that he was searching for anything Not even his own song to sing The sense he was a loner permeated his soul And all he could think of is to remain in control Being a loner helped disguise it well So most people could not at all tell Until he met her on that day When she saw through him right away Now he spends his days in sheer concentration Trying to hide it from her and her anticipation. © Paul Warren Poetry