poetry: November 2007 Archives
Alone
i have been alone before.
More than once.
Or has it been the very same time
punctuated only by dreams?
Imaginings?
Desires?
If i can't tell
I think
I am in big trouble.
Am I being sucked
into the vacuum
of my heart?
I have been alone in a crowd.
I have also been alone
in a shared bed.
Sometimes cold feet are more than cold feet.
Is it still called spooning when each shape is right
but you are back to back?
copyright 2007 Deborah Bolle
