Cold Nights...

AT night he barks like a dog
since she is not with him, at dawn
he sleeps like a cat beside a
soft hugging.

ONE learns to cope up
with absence

AND no one's to be blamed
for one's sins in the pursuit of
human company

ON cold times like these
one declares independence from the
code of marriage.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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