Whenever I think of you, you are alone, 
 Shut by yourself between 
 Great walls of stone. 
 There is a stool, I think, and a table there, 
 And a mat underneath your feet; 
 And the rest is bare. 
 I cannot stop remembering this, my own, 
 Seventeen hours of the day 
 You are alone.
"Whenever I think of you, you are alone"
written byLesbia Harford
© Lesbia Harford





