Orchard Hill

No one will come by today. My nearly lonely thoughts rattle unspoken. If I call out no one will hear me. If they could, would they care? Experience says not ...again and again. Is it sadness that brings me here; that always brings me back? Am I at peace? ...the peace of living in limbo? Tonight I dream alone in an empty house. Slumber is my escape for I am exhausted with heartache. There was once a voice that could make me smile from 5000 miles away. I will play her messages and cry myself to sleep.

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