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