Returning Home.

The walls breathe silence,

reach out cold hands 

to draw a tear.

Hours chill, lie in wait

loneliness steals ever near.

Thought's stray

where laughter rang.

Other places, another time.

Another life,

where sunshine sang.

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Short n sweet

A yearning for things past. Nice read. :]

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Thank you, sometimes being

Thank you, sometimes being alone hits harder than usual.