After deed

No more united our bodies fell back
on the bed, already lonely,
and we heard the rain again,
life went on again, life we were
not part of

We saw again,
as there was light,
then day turned into night.
We didn’t move nor talk,
remaining strangers
awaiting the cold of the dark,
and each on our own.


Comments on: "After deed" (4)

  1. Hi, Ina – this exactly captures why you don’t have to be alone to be lonely. And, by implication, the fact that you can be alone, but not lonely.

  2. Yes, true. πŸ™‚

  3. So very sad

    And sadly so often true



  4. I wanted to write a love poem here, but look what happened lol.

    Hugs to you too! πŸ™‚

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