Loneliness - Poem by Talmadge Rogalla
Loneliness I treat with contempt.
How I wish it would flee.
Perhaps it would go,
If you were here with me?
With nostalgia I gaze into oblivion.
How I feel so very blue.
Perhaps feelings would go,
If I were there with you?
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