I can't believe how far you went away
when you said you were leaving for just a day:
it's stretched into years with nothing more to say.
Loneliness is a curse whether or not I want it to be.
Though I guess for you, my cruel darling,
a much worse fate would be returning to me.
1 comment:
Dear Hated / misanthrope, you have a rare gift for delicately strong poetry that is never precious or obscure. MORE!!
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