32. Out Of Her Life

here i stand
…it's a sad question of right or wrong…
I've never been here, or at least it feels that way now.
I could write you a confusion of words…
To describe how

But what good would it do?
So here i stand.
part of my own world… now out of my hands.

I'm sad… yes.
But what's the point in crying?
I finished with that a long time ago.

Tears were an accompaniment to sad music,
A means of warming my pillow.



Here I Stand.

My heart seems to feel no longer,

The only reason I know it still beats?

Well… Here I stand.

The End

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