Comfortless in Seclusion

If my body limbs and pens could talk to me, I suppose there wouldn’t be any loneliness.

Just alone with thoughts and that extra word or two. I hate remembering,

because of the Destitute; Not in I but….

Only memories were of me alone,  just a reminder that this isn’t a poem.

Those sweet cartoons like Clifford and Caillou. It’s crazy because I really will and do miss all of you.

*A note to self – his heart still beats.*

C. B Wagner

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