HarthPoetry

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Lost

I can’t help but feel

my loneliness

conversations scattered

in my bleeding heart

dying without you

alone with nothing

I’m lost without

and still haven’t found

I thought I did

recently

and years ago

I walked on empty beaches

and climbed occasions of joy

 

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.05.11.20:19:00@296NYC