A Vacant Spot

Posted by CMG on August 27, 2022

1 min read · dotage

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An old little man sits lonely by the sea
by his side molded sand lays witness to his solitude
For where once were two was now one and only one
yet he sits there all the same as he did when they were two

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His aching knees leaves him cursing, through the sand, through each step
from his shack down to the beach, from the beach up to his shack
each time the journey leads him by the molded sand
hoping to find it occupied yet he always finds it vacant

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So there he sits beside the mold, his gaze upon the shoreline
wishing a lonely soul might take a seat beside him
as sun light fades, he looks out west
his thick white brows hide eyes too old to cry

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He begs the ocean to lend him tears of sorrow
to which the wind lay the sea upon his wrinkly skin.

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