Out of all the people I love, One always stands out. This may sound depressing, But, it's no one at all. Through the paralyzing embrace of air, And the everlasting quiet in a loud household. Through the time spent escaping boredom As though it was a killer, Or listening to music and reading, Through peace of mind, No one was there for me. Through million of things to do, Or none at all. From sleep to space from others. Loneliness might be boring to some, But to sum up my life, No one was there for me. Never annoying, Pleasant at all times, Never interrupts, Always respectful. So fragile, Broken by one more person. But strong enough to keep me company for hours on end. No one was always here for me. Ode to No One by Ubai del Coso Pena ’30 59
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