Lost Loves


I sit alone

like the family

dog alone

like the last

burning candle

in a darkened

room alone

like a left

shoe absent

of the right

they’ve gone

home or stayed

home

leaving me

like discarded

mail

missing them

both of them

I now sit

quietly

with dreams

of them

remembering

their faces

and smiles

their heartache

quite unsure

how I ever arrived

here

and uncertain

if I shall ever

leave