…Eventually, but the emptiness never goes away.
People come and go- our family & friends claim their woes and endless problems.
You listen, but you’re not there. 85 more words
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The Wandering Poet
She sang softly to the stars,
In the moonlight, passing cars,
Dreaming a dream she forgot she believed,
With the city lights passing in the breeze, 226 more words