I want somebody.

Somebody who will wrap me up in a blanket,

maybe a hoodie.

Somebody who'll hug me at random,

in the hall, before class, in the library.

Somebody who'll listen to my literary rants,

even if they haven't read the book.

Somebody who'll listen to me.

Somebody who'll talk to me.

Somebody who'll say hello to me.

Somebody who'll even see I'm there.

Because being invisible

doesn't work.