The depression of isolation

The Depression of Isolation

Where did you go?
I long for you.
Ever second,
I pine for you.

Why did you leave?
I miss you so much.
Every second,
I think of you.

What did I do?
I want to hug you.
Every moment,
I want to kiss you.

How long will you be?
I wish you would come back.
Every moment,
I really hope you do.

When will you come back?
For it has been too long.
Maybe you won’t,
but every night,
I pray you do.


~ by blurfroggie on September 26, 2008.

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