A short poem on loneliness.

In the films 
Pretty girls cry and sweet boys 
Save them, hold them 
Wipe away their tears 
With gentle whispers, soft thumbs 
Softer lips. 
The movies didn’t prepare me for this 
In an empty bed 
The pillow soaking up my cries. 
I’ll guess I’ll just let the tears run dry. 

The End

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