When I am alone
Sitting, watching the darkness
statically stand
I wonder how we ever love at all
I marvel that we ever say hello
to each other, connect, and reach for a hand to hold or a face to smile upon or
a shoulder to cry on or simply a person – another person besides ourselves
How do we recognize each other?
Corrupt as we are
It appears that we often forget
Souls still glow in the dark
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