The Longing
the pub is noisy
full of that masking smoke
called company
i am adrift
you are isolated
by sadness
fair game
i need to tell you
I am not him
only a shadow of him
yet if you want
i am available
in a room somewhere
a rented space
where we can both be
company
for this longing
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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