No one to blame for this loneliness
out among the midnight trees;
no one to kiss on the empty boulevards
where the fallen flower petals weep;
no one can remind me of you
your eyes, your mouth, the scent of your perfume;
and I've never tried to pretend
that anyone else I've met was you
or that you could simply be replaced
on a different avenue with a different face.
I don't mind walking alone,
venturing out companionless in the marketplace,
I just sometimes wish
I'd never make it home.
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