People Redux

I need you around
Not too close though
I've become something of a recluse
I go out when necessary
Work, supplies, the park
Somestines dinner out locally
Best moments are conversations with strangers
Local people in my nabe
Sometimes those turn into friendships
Though it's a street relationship
We won't hang out together
Yet we could talk for 45 minutes in front of the bank
I get my sex from sensationalized masturbation
I figured that part out long ago
I want you but I don't want to need you
I'm table for one all the way