Lonelier Than Alone

I found a labyrinth
that desires to be traversed
and I have thought of no one else
but your memory

The fluttering numbers
now reckoned asunder
with your sudden rebirth
it could only whet the daggers
kindling the vesper

I wallowed in this empty room
with florid riddles
but no one to excavate
the wisdom hidden

Nothing in the moon's penumbra
is immense like its demise
even the blue ether
lied

In the undulations of your
superfluous departure
the darkness had encumbered
the heaving chamber
of vacant words

And in this desolate time
after the moonshine
drains your interpolating echoes
while the shadows of yesterday
goads the bleakness
that came to me tonight
without remorse

I am lonelier than alone
as I stubbornly yearn
for what I had abjured

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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