The sky was clear.
Air was cold, not yet
warmed by the morning sun,
on the day I came to visit.
I found you amongst the others.
Sat down beside you.
I spoke with you, telling you
about my days, but mostly cried.
Hoping you were listening.
That you heard me. I begged
you to give me a sign that
you were with me.
I wanted to feel comforted.
I needed it.
Instead I left in tears,
On the day I came to visit.
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