Loneliness
Sorrow was hanging in the air; the leafless branches
behind the railings and you were alone by the window.
The night passed in front of your door; it left like
a beloved woman, a woman that another man
was holding from the waist.
And the moon, like a calm, turned off light bulb
at the turn of the road above the drug store.
Manolis Aligizakis 