The Terms Aren't Synonymous

He asked, “But won't you be lonely?”
“No,” I answered, shut my suitcase,
Said goodbye and drove away, and,
Now, not many hours later, I sit on
A balcony above the Gulf. I'm
In the sun. I'm sweating, but I am
Not lonely. Rather, I'm contented,
As I knew I'd be, alone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-31 at 13:21

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