Poems from jmmt4
Although the clock will tick
Time seems to melt away
When I turn around
Smiling
To share a joke
Before I remember
You don't smile anymore
Not six feet under
I'm at a table for two
Because they didn't have
A table for one
I reach out to grasp the door handle
But my hand is stopped
Stopped by glass
Glass is all around me and I panic
Clear top, sides, bottom...
Is different from lonely
I do not mind being alone
I do mind being lonely