Hearts are broken everyday
and I console myself in this
while quietly eating my lunch in the bar
with no love to go home to
or hurry for
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Hello E.J. Langley, your poems are sometimes very sad. No love to go home to? Not even a cat? Still, I enjoyed your poems. Thank you for sharing. Eva Beylich