Posted on Mar 17, 2008
Here I am
Standing in the middle of the road
Alone and battling the cold.
Here I am
Looking back and waiting
To see you there and smiling.
But you're gone...
Long gone before the memories fade.
For our memories meant nothing to you.
As I meant nothing too.
The leaves are falling around me.
The summer is ending before I felt it begin.
The trees are now weeping for me.
The cold rain is starting to fall on my skin.
Where do I go now that I'm alone?
Where do I cry without your shoulder?
Questions I ask now that you're gone.
I can only pray to be stronger.
poem 270
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