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The Depth of Loneliness

I cried myself to sleep last night

tears pooling in the corner of my right eye

overflowing across the bridge of my nose

and into my left

and on down onto the pillow

Lonely runs deep

and burrows into my bones

as though it needs to feed on the marrow there

Hope isn’t a cure

but merely a sugar which feeds cells

already fat with melancholy

and you are far too beautiful for me

which pains me

since I still long to feel

your touch upon the small of my back

and trace my fingertips across your face

and press my lips to yours

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6 thoughts on “The Depth of Loneliness

  1. Sherry Bucalo on said:

    WOW!!!! I swear we have lived parallel lives. Thank you for being able to voice what I can only feel.

  2. Jerry k bradford on said:

    Lovely and sad

  3. I love everything you right

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