Loneliness is tripping over a stranger’s shoe
At dawn
As the forlorn
Light breaks through
And thinking,
“We did a lot of drinking,
And I don’t know whether your name is Flaire
Or Claire.
Perhaps I should care?
At any rate
You filled an empty space,
But now I want you out of my place”.
And the emptiness yawns
As with previous dawns.
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh that’s full of sadness, Kevin.
Many thanks for your comment, Debbie. Yes it is full of sadness, but quite a few people have been there. Best wishes – Kevin
This is a poem of recklessness and loneliness and is also quite poignant.
Thank you, Robbie. Best wishes – Kevin