Wednesday, February 3, 2016

To my Wife

The loneliness of solitude
Is no one here to share
My food with.
Every night.

Getting up alone
Only to fall asleep alone
Every pillow 
Stacked beside me in a row.

Biding the time till
You come home.

Singing to myself
Only for the echo.

Starting to feel what
Lonely hearts know
Over the course of time
Will my discourse grow.
Living a shade of former glory
You will return eventually.

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