Thursday, November 7th, 2013...5:47 pm

rich quatrone | /?/

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i stay up late, alone,
at night and wonder
what love is.
to be alone night
after night here in
this tiny apartment near
the sea, a small home
once filled with love
and life and laughter
and tears.
now, i am here
alone. the only tears
are mine.

2 Comments

  • While I’m not sure about how I feel about the title, I am sure that I like the body of the poem … no, life is not all about liking bodies (sorry, some things just come immediately to mind, at times) … but this one makes me want to reach out to the poet and give him a huge hug … DaP

  • Solid! I was there more than once in my life.

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