Not If I Can Help It
A glass of port to soothe the heartache.
Ever smiling to hide the sorrow of the empty chair at the diner.
A warm breeze that carries her scent that she left behind by mistake.
Touching the night with humility to remind myself I am human.
Nights are so bleak I dare not trust boredom to keep me company.
Ever alone in a world of possibilities I must move forward with a determination only the lonely can understand.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2023
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