Alone
I set out most days, the ground it is misty,
I turn to speak, but there’s no lips to kiss me.
She used to stand there, waiting to greet me,
but when I return, there’s no one to meet me.
No one seems to notice, a man on his own,
I sit alone in a house, that used to be home.
My world it is shattered, my life is all undone,
my feelings are empty, now that I’m all alone.
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