Barbecue scents waft through my open door
Families gather for an evening meal
I clutch my heart as I lay on the floor
Tired of life --it has no more appeal
Afraid of being lonely or alone?
Is there a difference between the two?
I grasped the dream too tightly, now it's flown
Above and beyond what I ever knew
Rare April chills bring sadness to my room
I'm gazing outside at lowering dusk skies
Sounds will retreat to bedtimes and the moon
But that's where empty and longing resides
Hand over my head as if to stop thoughts
I regret what having to stay will cost
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