Alone

I didn't get dressed today
Since there's no-one here
To chide or say
"You're lazy!"
Who cares, anyway?

I gaze with apathy
At this house
Which was a home
Until now.
It feels empty,
Deconstructed,
Like life.

Will I find a use
For this leftover life
Without him?
Without his heart,
That beautiful heart
Beating beside my own?

I once had a false friend
Who lived in a bottle,
She's knocking at my door
Offering consolation,
But I will not open,

And so I sit
Alone.







Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-10-22 at 22:22

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Sad but loved this, I to have a false friend,
Calls up asks how's everyone. All they want
Is a lift somewhere.
Warm regards Alan.
2023-10-28


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I can only echo what the others have written. It's a touching, moving poem which smacks of a new reality.

A friend wrote to me recently, asking, what comes next after a . . . deconstruction. She talked of an "encore," finding that next stage of life. It made sense to me, I'm passing it along.

Best wishes,
pony
2023-10-23


D G Moody
On every level this is a damn good poem, and it conveys so well the living with loss; and l also liked the false friend reference.

Bravo Marie!
2023-10-23


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
you didn't get dressed today and i am glad you didn't do much else today and preferred to sit it out and be by yourself. hugely engaging exercise and thats why this beautiful poem. it has pathos and love and loss and also so much easiness with quiet courage. Beautiful, indeed.
2023-10-23


Sameen
This verse:

I once had a false friend
Who lived in a bottle,
She's knocking at my door
Offering consolation,
But I will not open,

Is just amazing. Gah damn, it makes the poem, truly.
2023-10-23