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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.
Short n sweet
A yearning for things past. Nice read. :]
Thank you, sometimes being
Thank you, sometimes being alone hits harder than usual.