Midnight Blues
Sometime after midnight
Lonely lurked in my doorway
dressed in a hue of blue
He rat-ta-tat-tattered on my window
and when I did not answer,
wafted through my openings
with the wind
Lonely slithered silently up my stairs
gathering splinters of heartache along the way
He passed by rooms where memories of love lay dormant
unattended to and forgotten
Lonely came straight to the place where
rejection sulks in dusty corners
and joy is immersed in a well of my tears
gasping for breathe,
Life
Lonely has come
cloaking my desire in blue hues
claiming my heart
his home
2003
poem by Tamika Stubblefield
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