Of being alone

I look at the words
And wait to be fired up

But shake my head sadly

I want to be inspired

Write a love story

With a touch of tenderness

I think of a kitchen

Peeling the vegetables

Of igniting the cook top

The chores of the lonely

Of being alone

Washing the greasy pans

Just where are your arms

Holding me so tight

It’s hellish without you

I can’t breathe you in

Or hear your sweet voice

And look in your green eyes

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