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Alone By Paul Wein   Alone he sits. Alone in the dark. His dark. For

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Alone

Alone

By Paul Wein

 

Alone he sits.

Alone in the dark.

His dark.

For it was two years ago when he met her.

Two years in real time.

A lifetime ago for her.

Yesterday for him.

Two years since their first smile,

Kiss,

Laugh,

Cry,

Love.

For he was in Heaven then,

now he is in hell.

Alone.

Two years, feels like yesterday.

Two years, feels like a lifetime ago.

A lifetime in a heartbeat.

A broken heartbeat.

So alone he sits.

Waiting.

Waiting for the answer.

Waiting for the key in the door.

The hope brings him the only smile.

He sleeps with the chain off,

and the chain on.

Alone.

Two years, thank God it’s a lifetime ago.

Two years, wish it were today.

He plays their songs.

Songs she does not remember.

Songs he could never forget.

The way she forgot him.

“Make the pain stop!”

He begs to an empty house

that does not answer.

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