Staring into Quicksand

Walks alone
Collar pulled up
Warding off
The elements
Or
The World.

Dark eyes
Peer
Occasionally
Catching another’s
Not waiting though
For recognition
Or any
Hope.

Casual observers
May discern
 something
 anything
 nothing
Does there lurk
A noteworthy existence
Or just following orders?

Amiable guest
 sometimes
Gracious host
 other times
Humble to a fault
Remains somewhat aloof
Yet on the tip
Of tongues
In every room
Whenever and
Wherever
Conversation
Manifests.

Anonymity
 relished  
 embraced and
 loved
A marriage of sorts
No disagreements
 sulking in darkness
 pining for emotion
 wanting to feel
Abundant compromise
 laughter
 happiness
Co-exist together
Perfect lovers
To the
End.

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