Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Lonely

By: Pamela Carvajal Drapala

It’s a lonely weekend without you
Light raindrops fall . . .
cat’s curled up in a ball.

I lay in bed, tossing
thinking . . . it’s no fun
No fun . . . at all.

Mr. Moon’s full . . .
he’s the only one who knows . . .
I’m sulking over you.

Muted TV images flash
across the screen
as I lay in bed- sipping hot tea . . .
glancing at pointless magazines.

Silence’s become my companion
and it’s become another . . .
lonely weekend without you.