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There is something lonely about this picture.
Something desolate.
I think of things forgotten.
Not completely –
I mean – not by everyone.
Have you ever heard somebody say that they have nothing?
When in fact they have their family
And a well-paying job and a
Roof over their head and legitimate safety
And what looks like proper joy?
Forgotten by nobody.
Most cherished.
Most loved.
But there’s that one person that doesn’t
Even notice them and
Takes them for granted.
There’s that one smile that they wish for
But they never get…
That’s what this place looks like.
A place in my Heart kept pristine
And clean
And sacred and on reserve
For someone that may never come…