5:03 AM
In this late hour,
I'm utterly alone.
no one,
else,
alone.
Your ego driven view
a cracked hour glass,
undeniable
to
alone.
why couldn't you have her,
too beautiful
alone.
only
a pillow can comfort
restless
and alone.
poem by David DeSantis
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