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A lifeless object I become
At this moment as you are
Nowhere near…

To those close-by who know me
They feel my happiness begin
To disappear

My inner sadness grips each
Passerby as they sense there’s
Nothing they can do

They realize no one at days
End can bring, a smile alive
Like only you can do.

When two become one you miss them
When not together. bringing one to
Write poems during breaks at work
One of many written before I became


Photo Image Credit,
Wendell A. Brown