Evening falling – a soft lamenting the lake draws me near.
My heart is cold; isolating me from its pain.
This head once brimming with ideas knows nothing.
I sit here for hours accomplishing nothing;
My hands feed me non-stop and yet I starve.
For your presence. For your laugh.
People mill about, talking and laughing.
I am alone.
Cicadas drown out the noise. You are gone.
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