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Millions of lonely people
sitting right next to each other
never saying a word
to one another
fearful of starting over
fearful of not being good enough
or pretty enough.
Fearful of rejection
fearful of wading into
murky waters of a new age heart
filled with blood of the past
and dorsal fins of the future.
Millions of lonely hearts
flitting past about
like moths at graying dusk
eyes down
so afraid of disrespecting their dead soulmate
Happiness is just a rusty shopping cart away.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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