Loneliness is the last tear to fall

What am I dreaming of?
The beautiful face
from which
I have been parted.
A place in which
I talk to myself,
while heavy souls sleep.
What do you care?
You exhaust you soul
wailing at the shadows,
in weak winter sun.
Not even knowing….
my name :her name.

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