Monday, August 10, 2020

The Inevitability of Leaving

It’s a place for me to go,
With that one person in it

I can’t really imagine
And can’t find. I’m still looking.

I go nearly every day
To visit and look around.

Often I end just sitting
Beside a window, waiting,

Talking to myself, thinking
Maybe almost emptiness

Is the person I have been
Expecting to meet me there.

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