I can't remember feeling so incomplete...
Time and distance are a void...

Where there was you.

Loneliness, a mind possessed of itself
Groping in twilight revelation

We're sojourners on a trek
Spirits compelled to give and share

Trading smiles we'll never know again
Owing nothing.

Copyright 2016 Regi Taylor All Rights Reserved

This poem is about: 
Our world


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