one day

•

•

i stand here with empty hands,

never warm

and

always alone.

•

they used to hold two little ones,

now grown up

and

on their own.

•

i stand here with an open heart,

never wanted

and

always alone.

•

wondering why

it has never been enough.

instead,

time and tears

have turned it stone.

•

i stand here with a crowded mind,

never quiet

but

a resounding, incongruous drone.

•

oh

how i wish for the day

when silence prevails,

i am at peace

and

no more –

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alone

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