I am not depressed
I am not even sad
I am empty
You would hear an echo
bouncing off some internal part of me
if you tried
whispering your name
in me
Always leaving
I crave staying
Some place
My place
And peace
Is that called
Growing Up?
Actually
Ageing might be
more appropriate...
I wonder where did the
middle bit go
where indeed? but I no longer want the middle years back... this is; tearfully, hopefully and tenderly it
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