Day 21
It’s hard to smile.
A feeling of emptiness.
Tears gather to the eyes.
An unknown fear.
There’s something amiss.
I cannot put my finger on it.
A dark night of the soul.
Forlorn
Tea and Prose
Tea and Prose
Day 21
It’s hard to smile.
A feeling of emptiness.
Tears gather to the eyes.
An unknown fear.
There’s something amiss.
I cannot put my finger on it.
A dark night of the soul.
Into Words 
A piece was missing;
She could not see
What it was
Or where it might be.
She searched the depths
And only found tears.
A lifetime without.
Longing for years.
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