Unknown
Unknown
Apr 2007
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just a poem

And then….she left.

I lay-- still, confused, quiet-
Missing her.


Wanting her warmth,
As she talked and said nothing-
Wanting her lips, her skin, her presence.
wanting HER.
wanting her, to be HERE.


It has usually been the case
That after the passion…
I crave solitude.

But she- she left with a smile …
And an excuse.

And suddenly-suddenly solitude is not an old friend
But an endless,endless saddness
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tbsob
tbsob●Aylmer, Canada
Apr 13, 2007
#1
That's touching....I felt the words as if they were mine - that's the mark of sincerity.
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davinci55
davinci55●galesville, Wisconsin USA
Apr 15, 2007●7 Comments
#2
the solitude part hit me...good poem thumbs up
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davinci55
davinci55●galesville, Wisconsin USA
Apr 15, 2007●7 Comments
#3
oh yeah...ex marine here brother...1970 - 73 handshake
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Bashy
Bashy●Montego Bay, Saint James Jamaica
Apr 15, 2007
#4
Someone please pass me a napkin...crying that one I can truly relate to
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lyrical
lyrical●Dublin, Ireland
Apr 17, 2007●3 Comments
#5
Beautiful.... and heartbreaking hug kiss
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