Love Poem

Love Poem
by Richard Brautigan

It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
any more.

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4 responses to “Love Poem

  1. you love them

    you love them

    :)

  2. Kind of sad… but oh so true.

  3. Personally, I don’t think it’s so frickin’ nice.

  4. That’s a great poem. I ran across this one today and it reminded me of you:

    Riding the A
    by May Swenson

    I ride
    the “A” train
    and feel
    like a ball-
    bearing in a roller skate.
    I have on a gray
    rain-
    coat. The hollow
    of the car
    is gray.
    My face
    a negative in the slate
    window,
    I sit
    in a lit
    corridor that races
    through a dark
    one. Strok-
    ing steel,
    what a smooth rasp—it feels
    like the newest of knives
    slicing
    along
    a long
    black crusty loaf
    from West 4th to 168th.
    Wheels
    and rails
    in their prime
    collide,
    make love in a glide
    of slickness
    and friction.
    It is an elation
    I wish to pro-
    long.
    The station
    is reached
    too soon.

    “Riding The A” by May Swenson from Things Taking Place: New and Selected Poems. © Little, Brown, 1978. Reprinted with permission.

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