Sunday Morning

bright blue Sunday morning,

silently waiting,

secretly weeping,

gently touching;

forever gone;

feeling, where there’s nothing

to feel,

believing, when there’s nothing

to believe;

reach out,

grasp my hand,

pull me up,

help me stand,

don’t leave me

here all alone,

don’t give up

now;

I am so close,

I am so sure,

I am so lost,

I am so afraid,

I am so wrong;

pathetic,

yes,

but what else

is there?

what else

is left?

answers,

without questions,

questions,

without answers.

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