Mile Markers appear and a fade marking moments
Loneliness cling like lichen since I entered the world
Loneliness leaves but burgeons anew with every reversal
A quaking, resounding sentiment
Hoping for little. Hoping for Everything. Hoping for a Hardened Heart.
Lucifer Lonely Exile, the morning star that may only shine when all others are gone. I expect only you understand my emptiness, for it's evil.
Laureen, less than wife, in sickness forsook. unwanted. unneeded. now never again bidden nor gazed at with loving eyes.
How quickly the ring finger grows accustom to the once keenly felt absence of its band.
22 January 2010
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