sometimes it seems
like everyone I have ever loved
has left me
it has always been
a part of my history
sometimes it seems
like people keep walking
out the door
on their way
to somewhere else
sometimes it seems
I always see myself standing
at a window
watching the back of someone
or the tail lights of a car
or the lights of a bus pulling away
And it always seems
like the only thing I have left
are the memories
or the tears that fall down my face
one of these days...someone
is going to stay
I don't know when...but one of these days
r.p.leith
10/84
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