Another cold reclusive night,
laughter fills the room,
sitting alone,
drinking sweet poison.
Reminiscing,
about her.
Been gone 5 years today,
the cancer,
abducted my love.
My children left,
never could look at me the same,
after the incident last fall.
I sit here,
withering inside,
I'm known as a stranger,
lived here all my life.
Now I am nothing!
But a beggar on the street.

















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