Alone.
You might be the only one.
The one to stay.
They decided. For you.
Is it true? You have been asked.
You do not know.
You are a volatile personality.
Just yesterday, you were going to thank her…
For being there for you.
Today you feel she has cheated.
Should have thanked her then,
For now, you cannot.
Time flies by, and all you know...
Work hard to make the most of it.
You sleep. To your heart’s content.
Sleep is the best cure.
For sadness. And time.
A pang of jealousy.
Where did it come from?
Thought you were over ‘it’.
You ran away. As fast as you could.
Cries of children,
of love and care.
Of friendship, and innocence.
Of appreciation.
Of art and play.
You feel detached, still.
Early morning. Chills.
The cat just came by.
Work half-done. A meeting scheduled.
You search for company. You find none.
One for sorrow, two for joy.
You haven’t seen two in ages.
By Paul
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