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Jul 2020
When conversations end,
When the people all leave,
When they all go and enjoy their own lives
When I am finally alone...

I first sigh with relief; solitude at last,
I go about my own business,
I start to grow with unease,
I find myself wishing they'd return...

But they won't.
This wasn't how I was expecting this poem to go, but sometimes different is good.
Written by
Wesley Ryan
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