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NoNo decorum, not even a forumSkip the back story don’t bore ‘em!Days passed; to too many, too fast!Where’s the feeling was s’posed to last?Green soon, remember late ’21 June?Stumbling in the dark like a buffoonNo sounds, all alone dumping coffee groundsTime passes; no communication, hopelessness aboundsNo fills, not a word and my spine chillsDon’t need much to get my cheap thrillsToo many days, ending badly in the same waysLike one of those depressing one-man playsNo thought, too many battles I’ve foughtLooking high and low for the happiness broughtNot here, no joyful starts, happy hearts, no cheerLeft to choose between the lesser of my darkest fearHiding doubt, acting like I know what it’s all aboutSilence fills the room but inside I scream and shoutNo regrets, choice made, stands firm yet fretsTough weather; he focuses on how good it getsRiding solo, waiting to join her hand you knowTough sledding when the cover gets too thin thoughFalling off the sled, wishing they were home in bedApart too long , get back together again insteadNo way to pretend, can’t mimic that feeling my friendDo what we have to, to end up back together againTim Windisch02 07 2025