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Home alone
silence is deafening
enjoy it while it lasts
Home alone
silence is frightening
it might last forever
Never the joy
of a good-night kiss
or a kiss
of any description
I
masochist
I
shattered
but on the mend
changing
yet the same
Time passes
I grow older
the poems remain the same
the bed is never shared
the silence is killing me
Talk about bleak
ReplyDeleteThat's how it was. You can tell my older poetry by how miserable it is.
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