Without Sanctuary

Since the death of my dearest beloved, I’ve come to sadly realize, I no longer have a place of sanctuary, within anyone’s heart. Utterly alone, I drift conscious of my aloneness, feeling the ponderous weight and absence of sound happiness that arrives in the presence of a loving embrace; by someone who is akin of soul and like mindedness, wielding the power to elevate spirit with just a smile.

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