I've reacquired old habits
Grown accustomed to them, you might say
Just hole myself up with a good book
No human contact of which to speak of
I've been informally introduced
To the words of Stephen King
They keep me up at night
Scare me to death and entertain me
All in one go
Have you forgotten me yet boy?
I'm quite easily forgotten
In my books, my private sanctuary
I sometimes even forget myself
So boy, am I forgotten?
My existence erased from your memory?
Well, that's how you treat me
I'll just go back to my books now
Alone and easily forgotten