He lived alone
But was never lonely.
He had his imagination.
He had his writing….and more.

Sometimes in the middle of a still night
He would get up and have a cigarette.
He would sometimes feel ‘alone‘ in the calm
But never lonely.

He was more content with his own company
Than the company of most others.
He was a borderline recluse
But lonely? Never did it enter his busy mind.