loneliness is a beast,
a monster i wish would
swallow me, regurgitate
me against a Persian
rug where i can make
a scene like crimes do,
to bear so much loneliness
and splatter it used against
a lavish carpet, a mat
where i cannot wrestle
because i am alone,
mostly, though not in my
dreams where i savour
your company even if
it were just a minute
before we poof into a
galaxy of stars, divided
we are into particles
that comprise the universe
and knowing this i shouldn’t
feel so alone, but I do
because i’m not with you


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