Mister Goodbye

Loneliness is a stalker that trails behind you on cold days

and you know he is there

and you know there is a knife in his pocket

and his gloves are stained a familiar shade of red

and you are unsure whether his slips something into your coffee every few mornings

But you see his umbrella at the bus stop

And then with his hands around the throat of the fat man in the back of the lecture hall

His finger to the lips of the girl with ever shaking hands

And suddenly you can't finish your lunch because you can

feel his long fingers massaging your scalp

As he whispers "They don't love you anymore,"

And you erase those words you were typing to that friend

And suddenly you can't say "hello" anymore

Without someone saying it first

and then not at all

Reviews

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Your imaginations are very strong. Pictures what you created have very strong impact on reader. There is lot of details so reader can feel emotions are real in your words. There is darkness through the all piece. Human pain of betray suffering of soul from reality . On the end You brought bitter ending. After this reading I feel I read it great poetry. But also little worried if you are okay.

[Kaylee April]

Thank you :) Not to worry I am okay I was just going through some hard times when I wrote this.

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Certainly you make great poem.