solo ink

I’ve been watching him for quite some time
He just sits and writes in his notebook.
People pass by and don’t even flash him a smile nor do they give him a glance.
So he writes more, more about something I’m not sure of.
After all of the watching I decided to get up and go to talk to him
I asked “how are you doing” he gave me a deep silence
I asked again “how are you doing” I got a fine out of him
“What are you writing” I asked “a poem” he replied.
His poem reached at my stomach, his devastating cold stare was burning my back
“Aren’t you lonely” I asked as I read his words…
He said “there are worst things then being alone”
I was wrong to think that he was lonely because being by him self was fun for him.
I walk away from him, I looked back and he was smiling again.