Loveless Letters From Abroad Poem by Sylvia Lukeman

In a corner of my empty room
I sit alone,
Staring at a useless mobile phone;
And yet again
My thoughts return to you.

At home sits bleak December
Demanding a stirring
Of latent embers
But latent they remain
For my thoughts are of you
Yet again.

Here the sun beats down
Bringing smiles to once
Frowning faces.
I have the taste of the warmth
But Sun, dear friend,
I want my sweethearts arms
About me.

Outside the bougainvillea
Pierce the dark soil
with colours exquisite,
And plants quite new to me
make beauteous views for me
But what I need is you for me
I s i t a l o n e.