I claimed I was an introvert, before
I gave the subject tests and further thought.
“Gregarious but loner” was the score
assumed by me, and to my children taught.
They nodded, stating they were otherwise,
but after we stopped trying to assert
each label, we concluded with surprise,
we occupy the sphere of ambivert.

The fact is, after time with friends or kin,
I crave a little selfishness, and then
in less than one full day I feel within
the pull to be with people once again.
I’ve socialized eleven days. This poem
is celebrating solitude at home.

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