night poem
what is the cause of things
we part and days go by
it seems we belong to no one
it is late in the city
and i am left alone
to sort out
my pain
what use are words
that cannot bring back
the face i knew and loved
michèle voltaire marcelin
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Hey Michelle,
That is a very stark poem, just the mood i am in. I enjoyed very much. Thank you,
Eric