There is no coffee this morning.
So I spill onto the floor and
slosh around uselessly for hours,
hoping someone might slip
and fall and accidentally embrace me.
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5 comments:
The longing is palpable. I think I need a moment to recover from this poem.
Thanks for stopping by and reading and commenting on so many poems. I have been writing so much lately. I wonder how long I will keep it up.
This speaks of extreme loneliness.
I know those feelings - brings a clotting in the throat. Well written.
Very nice. That last line packs a real wallop.
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