A glass of port to soothe the heartache.
Ever smiling to hide the sorrow of the empty chair at the diner.
A warm breeze that carries her scent that she left behind by mistake.
Touching the night with humility to remind myself I am human.
Nights are so bleak I dare not trust boredom to keep me company.
Ever alone in a world of possibilities I must move forward with a determination only the lonely can understand.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2023 20:33
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Fantastic.
Thank you
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