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.
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