Staring at strangers poems <br />for hours on end, <br />no point trying to pretend <br />that I am not lonely. <br />Coming home after a days <br />work, numbed on Edens apples. <br />I walk through the door, <br />meet the cheek of my apparent lover, <br />Turn it on, <br />watch the red turn to green. <br />then aim my eyes at the screen, <br />Enter the site, <br />and spend the remaining night, <br />reading strangers poems, <br />searching for someone more lonely than I<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/searching-for-poets-more-lonely-than-i/
