--(poem_

Alone, I sit here, comfortable yet I feel so barren.
Try as I might, nothing I do is fascinating to thine.
Attempts to tune out my wondering mind of maybes turns not,
music plays through mine earbuds, though it does not replace thine self.
Pine all I wish, I cannot do the things wished for by mine weak heart.
Long for a time in which I can do something with thou, a game.

Art thou so distant, lo, thine presence lay behind a screen, words
on a screen, which I wish to read for days as thou company.
Pathetic poltroon I may be, pity me, prithee! I art
weak beneath thou choices to type or neigh! Answer me, prithee!
I may only bare such a feeling of lost so long, lonesome.
Needy as an infant bird, I art, prithee, show me the stars.

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