Alone in apartment
the silent tomb,
I am now forgotten
I can only presume.
Dread solitude extends its embrace,
such that I can remember not your face.
A floor scattered with me and with you
not a thing, not a thing I can do.
My heart silently cries
cries like a child
A yellow bear glances,
ever loving and mild,
He is quizzical, puzzled
with the other toys piled.
There is nothing
nothing left, not even the blue.
My lawless lip quivers
now the flood will ensue.
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