A Snarky Sonnet
I can no longer hear your voice, your horse-
Like neigh no longer rings inside my head.
Frankly, I’m rather thankful for the course
My life has embarked upon—I’m overfed
With happiness. I walk hopefully, the sound
Of my footsteps echoes against the empty
Room spaces. I hum an old tune; I surround
Myself with books of verse. I aimlessly
Read a stanza now, a stanza later.
Liquor-soaked, I recite Bukowski aloud.
Where was this innocent fun, this greater
Laughter when my love for you was so proud?
Still I sometimes miss the rustle of sheets
As I roll over to feel your soft heartbeats.
Sonnet by Bibek
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Written on 2018-05-30 at 14:30
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