Random Acts of Living
Original poems
Monday, June 23, 2014
Gone
Eyelids scrape the surface
of sandpaper eyes
Hope or desperation
pushes me forward
Never expecting
Always hoping
Against all reason
I will see your face again
Even though
I know
You are gone
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