I am drawn to empty places

That seem to long for company.

I suppose their desolation calls to me,

Before passers-by pass by,

Ruining this natural tranquillity as they do so.

I think it is a shame that they—

The spaces we inhibit—

Do not get a say in the matter.

I'd think the presences here would

Enjoy the crush of warm bodies;

Though perhaps not

Perhaps they, like me, prefer the

Solitude

That accompanies being outside

Society's centuries-old stringencies

Oh, how free we could all be if only—

One could realise how inconsequential

The lives we lead are.

I believe that enlightenment blesses those

Who achieve the knowledge

That haunting empty places

Would provide

And I, craving this knowledge,

Am drawn to places void of humanity

Pretending I seek company

When I am perfectly content with my own thoughts.