He sits there he does
Sits there, looking
Staring, waiting
But not to my detriment
- his arm brings comfort
Dare I say, joy

As I speak,
Converse with those I know not
Assumptions are made
Not on my part -
And should they realise
A certain wondering
Lacking in knowing

I sit here,
I think and look
Extend my hand, yearn
I talk, I do, at whom
Or whom they might wonder
I wonder not, but know

In some ways
- not here nor there
But somehow close
In distance and in feeling
In knowing, knowing what
Through what, with what

I feel that arm, that hand
It reaches back, in waking time
It reaches back, when I drift off
Shears through all that makes up
But pain it does not cause
A paradox that may seem, I say ...

So shallow all but this
Such lies told, in truth
Asked, but not replied
So fake, such plastic
Through him melts
And the feeling, evaporates

I know, you don't
At every corner we stare
Nothing, nothing is said
Like a mirror, we seem ...
Oh, we flirt, as man flirts
He flirts and feels, wallows ...
And we feel ... we feel at peace