Now in these nights
without you
I go to the movies
alone
this time
all the time
remembering
the times of you.
Escaping
the absence
of you
(losing the plot)
sleeping the film through
smuggling my loneliness
past my sleeping mind
catching the pain
off guard
until it’s time
to walk the long walk
home
to what used to be
our home.
ehhh...rough man..rough..but focus on yourself, there are tons of ladies out there...or just get rich real quick, they like that too..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there, done that...and there is nothing lonelier than sitting in a movie house by oneself!