This was a poem I wrote at the age of 20 when the first girl I fell in love with went off and got engaged to someone else! Lonelinessis buying coffee for one...
without you;
is choosing new clothes
without you;
is playing patience, not strip poker
with you;
is wrapping Christmas presents for everyone
but you
is buying my brand of cigarettes
not yours;
is answering the phone knowing it’s
not you
is crying on a shoulder that’s
not yours;
is sitting at a table
without you;
is chatting to friends but thinking
about you;
is drinking and talking and eating and walking and praying and laying...
without you;
is Christmas, New Year, Easter,
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn and
Winter
without you;
loneliness is... without you.I recognise a degree of ‘poetic’ licence in the above (apart from anything else Anne didn’t smoke) but reading it again after all these years makes me wonder how she is. There is always a special place in a person’s heart for their first love.
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