Empty

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 
 
Alone 
 
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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