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LONELY HOBBIES


Within dark, loneliness
My company the wind
Every glass painted,
Images of him
Every mirror tainted,
Reflections his

Walls Echoes chants
humming silence
Hide and seek
He is my thoughts
Shattered,
Glass and crash
His picture frame
Ordered,
By shaky hands
Dark sky draws near
The moon reminds
He isn't here
I grow teary eyes
They pick above
Shinny tiny gems
In shadowy nights
I stab the sand
with finger and hearts
I sprawl on tiles
Memories linger


From his clothes
Arise his haunting smell
The spell of him
Enchanting I
Till I knot his ties
Cherishing the hands
That knot them once
The bathroom wall
Reminds,
Sparkling his smile
I watched him go
So went my smile
Till he's home
These hobbies will I
For what is love
With little or no despair.

Photo credit
Image 1: John Foxx
Image 2: empowermagazine.com

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