Love, ME, Poems

Forlorn


I sit gently typing

to the right empty sheets

and below me an empty home

unattended to my tears

Siting at the wheel

to the right empty belt

behind me just a sack

eighty-sixed

Under the tree I sit

to the right of me a story

before me the natural twos

me and my shadow

I stand

to the right a widowed flower

beyond me you are there

for one day I will hold your hand

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