Faint glow reflecting off his glasses.
Caffeine enriched, heart pumping.
Typing away at indiscriminate script.
Old chair swivels, person slumping.
Silence rules over this kingdom.
Day by day turns to night by night.
Interests fading and smiles gone;
Hoping for change but none in sight.
A beep echoes, a sudden noise.
Piques the cortex of stoic boy.
A mere text, oh so late.
Message, be simple: why so coy?
Begging for company, loneliness king,
A duet of words, straight spoken: you free?
A scratch of the head and a contagious yawn;
of all people this time, why ask on me?
The phone is then lifted, a few buttons click.
A number was dialed, a response, no less.
This warranted answer, a must-have reply,
to the question posed, a vocal "Yes."
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