utterly alone?
Nobody there but you
Nobody to laugh with you
Nobody to tell you it is okay?
How would you pass it?
Would you sit down and weep?
Would you wander, eyes glazed over, aimless?
Would you wrap yourself in your memories?
Would you look forward to what will be
A time not alone, close but out of reach
Would you hold on to that future?
...or would you scribble a sub-standard piece of poetry on some till roll?
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