The lonely heart is unseen,
a dancer alone-
spinning on an empty floor

no partner to tango
with anymore

Feelings hiding in shadows
while faked smiles wrinkle
mournful cheeks

empty wine bottles
strewn on a cold floor
aside bare feet

Melancholy poetry read
by a dim light-
tears dripping on somber lines


the note to end it all
thought of -
a thousand times...