April 30, 2010

not for the first time,
nor for the last time,
knowing this to be
merely a state of being
that will go on,
and on,
ad infinitum;

so pour another drink
my imaginary friend,
and let’s sit together
and talk about the past,
regaling each other
with memories
of who we once were
and who we used to be,
laughing and crying
all at the same time,
in the presence,
of good company.

One Response to “alone”

  1. I liked your poem. I think everybody feels this way at some time. Could be because so many people on so busy texting that they don’t actually talk anymore. lol

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