i
might be here without your love
isolated
broken
at
the whim of society
looking
for a home in every face i see
resigned
to conformity
in
need of a better half
someone
to comfort me
i
might be here
fading
fast
it
might be over without your love
forlorn
desperate
for attention
without
someone to escort home
uncomfortably
alone
feeding
the cats out of habit
no
mood for silly songs
leftovers
uneaten
needing
a weather forecast to know
which
drawers i should open and close
i
might look for another
someone
to take your place
but not your
aroma, your grace
for my
writings would be about you
no
other writing i'd want to do
ink running dry
replaced by tears
as a world turns dawn to dusk
nighttimes turn to rust
here without your love
March
27, 2018
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