He
Muttered,
With
A
Shudder
In
His
Tone.
“You
Were
On
My
Mind.
It’s
Hard,
I Find,
To
Consider
Myself
A
Winner,
All
Alone
With
A
TV
Dinner.
I’m
Solitarily
Confined,
And
Wearing
My
Mask
Is
A
Burdensome,
Necessary,
Task,
But
Gee,
Where
Is
The
Rogue
I Used
To
Be?
I Wish
Somebody
Out
There
Was
Close
To
Me,
Near
Enough
To
Touch
And
See.
Well,
I Try.
Feeling
Lonesome,
Is
All.
Give
Me
A
Call.
Bye.”