Does anybody care about me?
Is there one person that thinks of me with fondness?
As of late, lonely thoughts cross a hopeful mind.
Smiles come and go like elevators in a downtown lobby
Tears fill the lids of joyful eyes
Looking at the rim of a brilliant sunrise with no hand to hold
Reminding peaceful moments that days and nights are slowly passing.
With quiet dreams and little excitement.
No one to call on the phone.
Because the solitude of rest resulted in a still home
Sitting on a park bench
Near ducks that quack so loud
They almost laugh and giggle
The wind blows and howls past my empty ear
I ease into my spot on the bench
And wonder who else might of sat here
Lovers, friends, family, enemies and everything in-between
But deep down I wonder
If anyone out there cares for me?
Love always, Esha ❤
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