This was written sometime last week, for a friend....

He sees us talking
Laughing over a juicy tidbit,
Exchanging wicked smiles
He can hear us calling out to him
Inviting him to be a part of the fun

“Come on now”, one of us motions him
“What’s with him I wonder”, another remarks.
“Leave him alone. He will come around, it’s only a matter of time”.
We confer!

He can see us, hear us, and of course feel it.
Yet he is so distant.
Floating away into peaceful oblivion
Of vast blue seas
Their melancholy waves
And choppy waters