Vacancy

[Wjames]

Morning

In the end, I awake alone.
The emptiness of my king-sized bed
magnified by the unbridled moans
crashing out of the apartment next door.


Hi Wjames,
Your choice of words makes this poem move and move well. The loneliness you caught. I've lived in apartments with thin walls.

Your poem initially caught at my heart strings but now I'm smiling at old memories it stirred up.

The only thing that seems out of place to me is the title and yet I don't have a better suggestion. I thought of Mourning, but not happy with that either. What about Vacant?

Thank you for your poem. Thank you for triggering memories.

Be blessed with love, abundantly,
Graystar

Nice suggestion, I think I'm going to change the title to "Vacancy", thanks.