Popular Loner

He goes, he comes.
Everybody sees him.

He talks, with no speech.
They hear, with absent attention.

They share a laugh.
It seems like a laugh.

Even trade a few words.

And when night comes,
He is his own audience.

They know him,
But they really don’t know him.

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