We were dancing,
But I didn't know how to dance
And you weren't willing to show me how
So you twirled away
and left me standing in the middle of a room that used to be crowded
but now was empty
Empty of friends
Empty of hope
Empty of feeling anything other than
Loneliness
I was alone before you got here,
but after you left I was lonely.
I hadn't seen the difference
before you showed me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Happens
PoetryNot everything is poetic. Some things are accidentally poetic. Words drip from our fingertips like blood from a wound. Am I really to blame if those words end up in a book?
