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it is near dawn

and I hear the crickets beckon me

there is nothing but the sound of their call

and my heartbeat

my tears slowly fall

hitting the window pane softly

I soon realize that my lonliness

is nothing more than

a reality

that I can not control



it's okay though

I say to myself as I brush

my last drop of eye water

on my sleeve

I should be used to it by now

but I am not

I long for something more

something that can take me

away from this

neverending battle with the pain

in my heart





the sun peeks through

and I look up

to see yet another dim sky

falling upon me

the clouds are grey

and it looks like rain

just in time to match the last

teardrop on my shirt

and

I sigh

as I wait for the day to finally begin

and

I pretend that everything is

okay

once more ....