Qué Sera Sera, Whatever is Meant
With each simple man-hug.
There's ....
A little part of me.
That's purged, from, within my soul.
I'm, slowly dying.
For
I miss you, each, and every....
single day.
And nothing, fills this void.
And, none..... will, ever see.
The widening hole, within, my heart.
Where, you,
once.......
Used
To be
Giajl © Jim Love