349 Still [27 October 2000]

My heart is empty.
There is no love to fill this endless void.
Each night it seems impossible
to go through another day with this pain,
this emptiness inside.
Yet each morning
I get up.
I face the day so incredibly alone,
with hopes and dreams the only food
sustaining my starving soul.
Looking at each face I pass,
wondering if it may be you. . .
But in vain do I look,
for their eyes never see me,
like to them I am but a ghost.
Perhaps I am,
empty as I feel.
Each moment I live through
the same as the next.
With each hour that passes,
I am alone still.
My heart still keeps faith,
the hope still lives on
that one day you will come
to my open arms.
I grow stronger because of this,
facing loneliness with my head held high.
Tears threaten,
only sometimes breaking through
during the endless night.
So I get up each morning
to face the day,
still waiting,
still hoping that one day
it is you I awake to.

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