
A delusion of emptiness
Sitting alone
By myself in a crowd
Listening to each single drop of rain
In a storm
Beating against the window searching to get in
I say hello
Only to have the echoes ghost me
I sit alone
In a crowded café
As the storm
Rages outside
Waiting for you.

After All is Said … What’s left after you’ve been intimate? 30 poems that answer that question. Good, bad, worse & perfect. the responses to what happens after intimacy. Know what happens After All is Said …
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Great poem.
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Thank you! 🙏🏾
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