Sunrise in a mortuary
Moon rise in a monastery
Ancient love letter of an
emotionally unavailable lover
A bonfire of memories
Unsent valentine’s card
searching for an address
An unbroken heart line
mockingly rising towards
an idealistic mount of Jupiter
The smell of your perfume on another
The back of somebody else
a gait or stance or voice
that resembles yours
I look disinterested with effort
It can not be “You”
Loneliness has many metaphors
The one I never spell
is you.