Waiting, watching, out here alone.
Thinking, Finding, out on my own.
Silent, discrete, steps beside me on concrete.
Breathing, blinking, making a heart beat.
Time goes by; still, we sigh.
Holding, regretting, while others fly.
Love, Life, Passion, Vigor.
Hurting, scarring, we all want more.
Sometimes, we must get out and see. . .
That the saddest things in life are we.
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