well, I shrug my shoulders at this one, meh....

An Ode to a Loner

His arm will delicately
drape over the bedside,
a pencil in hand,
an afterthought.

And when he falls asleep, the pencil
will stagger for a moment
and wobble
and finally drop.

And he’ll use his phone as an alarm
and he’ll fall asleep.

And he won't know this, but
he’ll sleep forever
because nobody not a soul
will call.