You who are alone, I see thee…

Only in our dreams are we happy again

You who are alone

I see thee. On the street,

along the path – sitting on the train.

There! Amid the jostling crowd – a solitary table,

Lingering over your sandwich to exchange 12 syllables

With the distracted waiter – 12 syllables! (I counted)

Empty rooms greet you – echoes of life past

And “home” is just the place you sleep.

(Only in our dreams, are we happy again.)

With shrunken age,  came empty days

For those we loved are gone, gone.

You who are alone,

I see thee.

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