and would weep, if I could
but can't. can only
think about the absence
the empty space 'tween words of nothing
...and absence.
I wish I could cry for them and me
and all those who stare through filthy frills
and curtains hanging cross hungry windows
waiting for the sun or money
or something to feed them for a moment
with some thing to nourish their gut, their spirit
but no "thing"
yet they stare
wishing I could send something like sunshine
but offer a distant smile with words
saying "nothing".
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