Only a Conversation Away

Though he never liked
The feeling of being alone,
He preferred that
To empty-headed banter
Of normal conversation.
He was an intellect
In search of
Worthwhile dialog,
But finding none,
He remained silent.
He might have
Stayed that way,
Forever begrudging
His loneliness,
Had he not been drawn into
A chance discussion.
Once the conversational faucet
Was turned on,
Words flowed like water
And he drank
As if he was dying of thirst,
And perhaps he was.
They talked about life,
The issues of the day,
Their respective philosophies,
And anything else
That came to mind.
The group of them
Talked for hours on end,
As they talked,
Others joined in
Adding to the flavor
Of the conversation.
A young woman
Jumped into the fray,
And the two of them
Singled each other out
And settled into
An intimate dialog
That continues
To this day.
He never did like
The feeling
Of being alone.