Alone, just me, all by myself
sounds small, feels lonely.
The breeze rustles through a wall
of green.
Dogs pant in the afternoon heat.
“Holding
on to the past, cause of Depression,”
The headline read.
Every yesterday for a long time, I
heard the words.
“I love you!” And got kissed.
Today thunder rumbles down the
valley, as
Sun pierces the air. The clouds are
coming.
No kisses.
A motorcycle backfires down the
road,
Run, run, run, run, run it screams.
Without you who am I?
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