This man was a lonely man
Never left the world that was his
This world was small yet spacious
For he only needed enough room for himself
And it only needed enough room for him
This man often visited our world
Yet he never left his own
Wandered in and out like a lost child
Called everywhere and nowhere his home
He was tall and plain and smelled of pine
His hat worn from where he held it in his hand
He never spoke, never said a word
He walked throughout our world, unseen
But always present in his, yet never fully there
The only thing that spoke were his eyes
And they themselves told all there was to tell