He was the silent one
On the south end of the room near the door
He watched everyone
His eyes sometimes shifting outside
“He almost looks lost”
In a crowded room he’s in the background
Fading deep into the sea of idle conversations
And animated laughter that echoes
“He looks uninterested with any of it”
He barely smiles
Neither does he even talk
Yet he’s polite
“Who is he?”
I wouldn’t know
I only noticed him now
And no one seems to bother
“And he seemed to enjoy the isolation.”
The empty conversations filled with silence
Only the sounds of our breathing
He doesn’t seemed disturbed by any of it
Then he said
“You can stop staring…”
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