(1) The Long Way Home Is Too Brief Poem by Uriah Hamilton

No one to blame for this loneliness
out among the midnight trees;
no one to kiss on the empty boulevards
where the fallen flower petals weep;
no one can remind me of you
your eyes, your mouth, the scent of your perfume;

and I've never tried to pretend
that anyone else I've met was you
or that you could simply be replaced
on a different avenue with a different face.

I don't mind walking alone,
venturing out companionless in the marketplace,
I just sometimes wish
I'd never make it home.