The Late Flyer
Original Poetry and Prose by M. H. Draper
17 March 2011
Consider
The loneliest
I have ever been
was once
when in love.
I am not in love
now; but alone,
and lonely. Is
there a difference?
I often consider
what it would
be to simply
be lonely again.
© 17 March 2011, mhdraper.
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