I must be in love, for after you’d gone I found myself
reaching out and cuddling the pillow that previously
you’d laid your head upon; which I’ve never
embarked on doing before and objectively,
unless it’s love that unwittingly I’ve
succumbed to, find it inexplicably hard to
properly understand what could have brought
those emotions on, as I’ve never before got
wrapped up with or even wanted to get
emotionally involved with any of
my numerous one-night stands.
© Stanley V. Collymore
24 March 2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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