An empty seat

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Wrapped in sun-kisses,

I bask by the sycamore;

The day you stopped by

I’d read it in your blue eyes;

Your skin had longed for me

But you shrugged it off;

The songs I sang once

Have bled in the autumn;

The leaves have swept away-

With the togetherness that we had.

The winds are no longer music

And they don’t weep with me anymore;

I still bask under the sycamore

Beside an empty seat-

Bearing an empty-ness within.

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