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Lingering

Lingering on a moment,

images flashing,

I cannot forget

what happened

both good and bad

in my life.

I have spoken

the words

to express my story

but does anyone care

about the things I’ve experienced?

Hurt and broken

am I,

waiting to be mended

but all I find

is solitude.

Not long ago I met a stranger,

his lips parted,

is this what I was missing?

It was not boring

but something was not

as I would have wanted.

Inside of him I was,

so close we were

but so far apart.

Now I wonder if

forever alone I shall be.

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