Broken Sonnets for a Departed Lover – II
"You're never more alone than when you're in a crowd"
Standing on the bus, I finding myself weepingWithout control. Solicitous old ladies, leapingShakily to their feet, offer me their seats,Along with tissues and mints, as the streetsBlur past through rain smeared windows.I feel like one of those scary weirdosI used...
