Home Thoughts From Abroad

The half moon shimmered wanly as she wrote “Dearest, do you realize how much I miss you? How long will your trip abroad take? Here I am in empty rich, luxury mansion. A hovel with you would have been better. Or perhaps you do not love me anymore?” Thus the letter arrived in my posh Rome hotel. I could not help but let a lonely tear drop down And smudge the words written there. Why can’t I find the courage to write a full letter? Only fragments have I written, not worth sending. The show goes on and all around me were the so-called friends. Yet I have none, absolutely none. One day I’ll disappear, Leave Rome and go back to my home sweet home.