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When you don’t come

And my thoughts wander

Out towards you,

I force myself to think of you

As the meandering stream

That must flow on and on,

Singing, playing, and dancing…..

The stream

That I must never try to stop

And consider my own…..



When you don’t come

And my heart feels heavy,

A wave of emptiness pervades through me.

And I push myself to think of myself

As the single speck of dust

That must move up and down

Leading an impassive existence;

The speck of dust

That never belongs,

That nobody can ever own.