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Alone

Alone

 

I used to buy toilet paper

for 4 now just for one

so I get the 2 pack

the half loaf

the small pack of marge

 

Open the door of my

one bedroom flat

make a cup of tea for

One

listen to songs by people

missing someone

 

Make my single bed

turn round to see no one

wake up, kiss no one goodbye

shed tears that no one

will see

 

Come back at night, climb

the stone stair, open the door

turn on the light and imagine

you are there.

 

 

 

© David R mellor 2012

◄ DEATH is shit...

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David R Mellor

Thu 29th Jan 2015 19:59

thanks for lovely comment jacqueline , yes but lived through it thanks

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Jackie Phillips

Sat 24th Jan 2015 03:40

This is a poem of my nightmare. Hope you are not living yours.

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David R Mellor

Fri 23rd Jan 2015 18:51

thanks Travis for commenting , not for being there

Travis Brow

Fri 23rd Jan 2015 12:12

Yep, been there.

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