Through a crack in the door
I see movement, and I want more...
The first person I have seen other than me.
The whisper of sound puts hope in my breast;
My heart beats and the joy makes me want to leap.
I open the door-
what I see disturbs me to my very core.
The window is open, blowing the curtains around.
There is nobody there to be found.
My hopes are crushed,
My tears come down.
They make a river of despair in which I drown.
Of course no other person would come visit me...
I am just a shadow no more use than a weed.
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