I come to visit and find no footprints.
There is a loneliness to feel,
A solitude to face;
At a time when I longed for conversation.

Will no one stop by?
Even for a short while.
Must I talk to myself?
And learn nothing.

In the stillness, there is peace.
In the solitude, there is comfort.
But in the end it is you I need,
My companion, my friend.


Copyright © 2010 LeRoy Dean All Rights Reserved
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