alone.

I am alone. 

Twisting and turning

my heart is burning.

I pick myself up and 

stop sobbing my mother 

said. I’m on the phone.

They are thousands of

miles away. I miss him.

I don’t understand.

Why did my love have to go. 

Why did he let himself go. 

The street lights glow and

Here I’m in Verona, 

Like Juliette, but my

Romeo was truly gone. 

I was alone.

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This poem is about: 
Me

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