In the back of the pews 
with his arm around no one 
he doesn’t sing along to the songs,
but seems to be talking to someone.
He never brings  his own book 
and always has this look
that he doesn’t quite seem-
to know what the preacher means.
At the end of each service,
while everyone goes, 
he sits with his head down
where his tears start to roll.
He seems to be by himself,
but I can tell he’s not alone.