Hearts are broken everyday
and I console myself in this
while quietly eating my lunch in the bar
with no love to go home to 
          or hurry for                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Hello E.J. Langley, your poems are sometimes very sad. No love to go home to? Not even a cat? Still, I enjoyed your poems. Thank you for sharing. Eva Beylich