Love is Lonely

See you next week

See you next week
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Hurt, pain, disappointment and grief.
One family reunion I often have to meet.
We sit and chat, stare and loath
all of this happened when I lost control.
Love is gone has passed my way.
Looking back from the past I wish the future would stay.
Misery and loneliness cousins of despair.
Around this table we meet again and share.
They know me and I know them.
We converse awhile as the voice within.
Awakens my spirit to what can be.
I finally stant this meeting I must flee.
See you next week.
Same time same coffee house.
This time bring a friend.