Coffee pot needs cups for just one, Delbert McClinton really is giving
It up alone.
Shadows on the workshop path are made by sun shade alone;
Dinner is only me and candles lit in memory, in late moments I lay
finally to sleep
On abed that could be narrowed by half. When I will know
Grief, light or dark, knocks and grief hits daily while my
Heart miss beats.
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