Author: Dj Cute
when she left
she took nothing
except what mattered
the most;
the poetry
has uprooted itself
and here I am
in a bar
surrounded
by many people.
I am very much
alone
as I discuss
random topics
like archaeology
and zealotry
with a man
I do not know;
none of it
seems to make
any sense to me
and I don't believe
it does to him
either
but we are both
alone
in a bar.
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| Category: My Poetry | Added by: nbrayz (2010-10-20)
| Author: Cutez Dolby E W
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| Views: 775
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