William F Glennon
Lonely - Poem by William F Glennon
The intimacy has departed.
Passion is only a memory.
Love is my only link.
The unbreakable connection.
What's between my heart and soul
is a dark hole.
My loneliness digs this hole through my heart.
You filled this hole with emptiness from the start.
It feels like I'm digging my own grave
with a shovel you gave me. With all
my faults, you didn't understand or forgave me.
Now my eyes are wide open. I made it through
another day somehow.
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