I sit alone
Like a flower in a bouquet, squeezed
Together with other fruit laptops,
Fresh haircuts and heart-shaped coffees, pleased
As the conversations are as casual as
A bee’s hum buzzing into my ears, even better
It is an improved silence, adjusted
To fit my mood, as it fits the weather
Comfort overwhelms me, as I listen
This community, this cafe, everyone
Alone, yet together
Amand - Poetry & Stories 
I really love this scene you’ve painted.
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