Loneliness is like bubble gum.
It sticks to your sole
without you knowing;
until you notice a disturbance in your step
so you look under your shoe
and find an icky blob of dirt and grime
and strands of hair,
glued on to a chewed-up-and-spat-out pulp
of something
that used to be sweet.
2 comments:
Well, scratch it against the pavement, and walk away. :)
I did, I did :P
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