I take the less travelled road
Not for lessons learnt from Frost
Rather to move in incognito mode
Solitude, I pay the cost
As these thoughts having no release
I write when I’d rather talk
My conversations too soon cease
And alone home I walk .
I would have talked to you that day
I wanted to, but you see
It’s tough to know what to say
When you’re this awkward socially
Explanation for the title: I showed this to my friend, and he asked if this was “my new pickup poem” and then refused to explain what he’d meant. Seeing as to how this is a community of readers and writers, I was hoping somebody here would know what that could mean and be so kind as to enlighten me.