Middle of night, when all are gone
I’m here sitting all alone
Near the bay on this ice cold stone
I sit here on my own throne.
Sudden enough! A ring of the phone
Felt like a piercing shrill moan
Picked it up, but the ring was gone
Somebody else far apart was alone.
I saw the name, caller well known
Even in dark, her name shone
Someone old, whom I disown,
An old song was recalled intone.
Sitting here, I could hear her tone
I could even smell her cologne
I felt so sad, as the wind blown
Away my thoughts to the unknown.
Wonder I, would she have known?
I was tangled in this life of my own
And that’s why in this freezing zone
I’m sitting here, all alone!
Learnt about Monorhyme at The Writers Lounge.
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