After you leave
Count the leftovers in my sieve
Crumbs to ruminate on and peeve
Nothing left to give and a lot to grieve
Minutes and hours and days and nights
Weeks and months and years and now fading lights
Your void- my life blights
Your presence -your love, the only shining lights
Now
Holding onto the finger of solitude
In loneliness seek fortitude
Eyes half shut in gratitude
Or still lost in your dreams multitude?
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