I sit in Monday silence
and listen
to the ringing in my ears
no ring on my finger
anymore.
I lie quiet in the dark
life surging
flickering and flaming
through the narrow passage
of my veins,
I reach out with my senses
needing the
connection to the scent
of love and passion
on the air
I sigh and turn back
lonely, heart
apulse with pain and need
for comfort, reassurance
just not there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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