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Sep 2020
I saw you sitting
all alone
staring blankly
at your phone.

They all walk past
and none say Hi.
No one even
sees you cry.

They all pretend
that you aren't there.
Alone is not
a place to share.

Come sit with me
and take my hand
Talk to me.
I’ll be your friend.
Written by
Tom Turner  75/M/North Carolina
(75/M/North Carolina)   
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