The desk becomes an island
in the archipelago of longing,
where windows frame distant lives
and shadows map the territory
between connection and retreat.
Chair turned away from the world,
yet facing all its mysteries—
guardian of the in-between.
In this tower of solitude,
we practice the ancient art
of being alone together
The city breathes beyond the glass
while silence grows more eloquent
than all the noise below,
teaching us the difference
between lonely and alone.
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