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One Man's Lonliness

He sits there, waiting. His heart yearning for her to come. She rarely does. He know she is with another, laughing, touching.
He lights another cigarette. He remembers being here before, loving someone who loved another. Why is he putting himself through this again he wonders to himself.
The sound of the noisy city outside brings no relief from his loneliness. He reaches for the phone again. Again the line is busy. Busy with her happiness, a happiness he himself is denied. The cigarette ash falls to the floor, unnoticed. Sitting back in the armchair, he looks around the dimly lit room and remembers the happy times. A time when she loved only him.

He walks across the smoke filled room and turns off the small desk-top lamp. The room is in darkness but for the patchwork of shadows cast by the light from the brightly lit city. He puts the glass to his lips and finishes the drink that he had found to be a good friend. Without a sound he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

A phone rings in an empty room, next to it sits an empty glass.

No one answers it.
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Brilliant Brilliant Brilliant :))

So sad,thats the most painful thing to experience,to see the one you love,love another.

Packed your spurs and stetson away or sent them to the nearest charity shop?

So you've broken through the barrier then? ..... likkle liar!

Tease : )

No I can't but work may dictate unfortunately. Will pace myself and look at them gradually, starting NOW!! ha ha.....<br />
(Did you have a break or just re-invent?)

Sounds like a good Christmas holiday activity!

Thanks! Enjoy reading your stuff as always. Haven't done much myself for a while.....

This was my favourite and still is.....

Powerful story to describe love lost. Maybe one day he won't sit in an empty room thinking about his lost love.