Autumn days filled with bitter feelings
Leaves falling, icy wind chilling the bones
Shadows cast long upon the walls
Of once busy - now silent - homes
We remember them and feel saddened
That they're gone, no longer there
When once we gazed expectantly into their eyes
Now - in silence - we just stare
What purpose exists for us as we
No longer wait for their returning home
We sit, comfortless, and realise
Now - in silence - what it is to be alone
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