Grieve

There is a man across the yard, I’ve never met him,

Well, I have met him, but I don’t know him.

He is strange.

He prefers to be alone

Most of the time

He is like me

I know because he has taught me to want to be alone

Being alone here resembles being together

Context is enough.

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