when I wake up in the middle of the day
and gaze outside the window
of my house
at the windows of the other houses
across the street
which never open,
I feel terribly

It is when I think
of calling
a woman
or two
to kill my loneliness
but then
I am consumed
by the respect for denial
of civilisation towards me.

Only a cigarette is lit
and consumed
in the still air of my room –
the smoke curls up to form
the images of women
I have loved
and then vanish away in thin air
like they have vanished away
from my life.

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