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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