Life without someone to love,
Is like dancing without music,
the motion is ever present
but alas without sparkle,
dull, without purpose.
Why then does it always elude,
hidden in the darkest cloud,
invisible to hearts eyes?
To search so hard,
yet, never to find.
It seems but a waste of time,
Is it out there, somewhere,
destined to be found,
or is it but a dream?
Dreams become the building blocks
of a life without love, silence the mortar
that holds quivering bones together,
to weather the storms of silence.
Another day, another dream.
(95 Words)
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