Some quiet
weekend nights
at home
alone
I sit, moody.
"Should I have
asked him out?
caught a movie?
bought a book?
Too late.
Already the choking miasma rises
from the echoing pit of my
Soul.
It rises up to my eyes and
seeps from beneath the lids.
I feel so
empty
that I must cry,
Listening to the tears
falling
silently
into my emptiness ....

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