There is loneliness tonight
The kind that descends
when 2 ppl part
the loneliness of silence
after long conversation
the loneliness of a subway ride at night
with a scant crowd
empty seats
and empty faces
We are arbitrarily together tonight,
I & these strangers,
pretending not to look
passengers on the same cart
taking us to boxed homes
in different beds
and different places
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem