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Being my first entry, I thought I could write a few words other than the -- quite short-- poem.

I believe all good stories have a background or context we don't always get to know, but that is always there.
In this case, I wrote this poem after a heart break, about 5 years ago. Was living alone -- surrounded by people and still lonely--, in a shelter, no friends, no TV, no internet... The best context for writing. 

Please tell me what you think. All constructive criticism welcome.

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The clock strikes midnight.
Another day has gone by,
without her scent,
without her smile.

On a crumpled piece of paper
he writes his last goodbye.
"Forever yours", he reads,
and tears it apart.

A dim light is all that sheds
upon the bench on which he sits.
His broken heart holds nothing else
than a hopeless man's last wish.

His tearful eyes stare
into the endless night,
to whatever god may care
he utters a mournful cry.

"I beg you, please,
bring her back,
give me one last kiss,
give me one last hug".