May 112015
 

People come and people go out of your life
You know that’s true, leaving some kind of hole
in your psyche

It produces a sense of longing
the endless parade of people

You try to reach back
but many resist that
I wonder why?

A few lifetime friends would be nice
A few loved ones who stay around

That’s what I now seek
a few who stick around

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