Poem.

How does it feel to walk free
Like one released from jail?
Face washed only with tears,
and carrying his few possessions in a polythene bag
he hears the lark ascending
for the first time.
Life without love is TV on a poor colour setting
Solitude a white painted cell.
but I was ever more alone in your presence
than without you.
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