Poetry: Lonely Heart by Jellorie Gallego

Lonely Heart

by Jellorie Gallego

As I sit alone

In a crowded cafe

Hands clutching

A half finished

Coffee and a

Single cigarette,

I wonder,

If the ashtrays

Filled with cigarette butts

Tell more about how I

Burn through friends,

As I do through packs.

Or maybe the lonely heart,

Is meant to drift

Aimlessly, solitarily,

Until somewhere, out there,

It finds the security of the friends

And company that just fits.