The Loneliest man in the World by John Grey


Nobody knows me here.
No friends.
I’m totally alone.
Then you call.

My voice is trembling.
Haven’t spoken to
anyone in days
and even then
it was a wrong number.
The woman asked for Mavis.
I was terrified
from not being the woman
she was looking for.

What does a guy say
when he has nothing to say?
You sound strong
and I feel weak.
You make a point.
It feels like a decimal
pressing hard
against my brow.
You’re also looking
for Mavis.

It’s a Mavis world
and she’s not even in it.

©2020 John Grey


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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Transcend, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline, Hawaii Pacific Review and Clade Song.


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