- The Washington Times - Saturday, August 2, 2008

He sat alone

eating his lunch

reading his sci-fi book

his wire-rimmed glasses

covering his lonely eyes

the glass, too thick for an outsider to see through

he sighed and looked down again

for there was no one to talk to

no one to listen to

no one was there

all alone …

Amid a group of people

she still sat all alone

chatting, screaming, laughing, smiling

her curly, blond hair fell into her face

covering her eyes from bias glares

she brushed it away

no smile returned

she ate surrounded by people,

in a large crowd

she sighed and looked down again

for there was plenty to listen to

but no one to talk to

and still no one was there

all alone …

They sat in a group

laughing, talking, smiling at each other

each was surrounded by friends

people to talk to

people to listen to

people just to be there.

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