Mystique Melodies
Poetry, Short Stories and Creative In-Betweens
14 September 2009
Alone
They came and went,
Hurried, slow – the pace,
The laughter spent,
The crying came.
I watched them,
Through his eyes – Alone,
Now they are gone,
His tomb – My own.
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