Looking forward to the loneliness,
The barrenness without you.
Looking into the future-
Into time's face
And seeing us go our separate ways.
Looking forward to the loneliness,
I suppose I always knew
It would come to this.
But not this way!
Not so cold, so hard, so unbending.
(September 26,1990)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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