February 13, 2014
Your apartment was empty.
Dark. Your family
one thousand miles away,
in a place with more sun,
in a city less bleak and...
Not depressing.
Just
lonely. For now.
You might have made some friends,
some people to share a drink,
a cigar, a conversation
after work,
on weekends.
But what did you tell yourself
in the tired mornings
in the empty apartment
to get up for breakfast
and the daily commute?
What should I
tell myself?
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