Gains made in relaxed ease
of evening’s conviviality blown
away in the light of day
there’s no escaping reality
emptiness projects itself with
karma borne of being alone
it is comfort less than disposed
an inevitability grown as each
day weighs your absence
plans proposed dishonoured
in random sweeps of fragile
emotions abandoned
© 29 December 2008, I. D. Carswell
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