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The Reality

I miss you most when evening falls

And the night closes in,

Darkness calls.

It is the voice of the lonely

And darker thoughts begin.

I look for meaning

And find only


I look around my room.

You made my life real.

I feel I could walk through the walls;

I could be anywhere, any time

So insubstantial seems my world.

“How long doctor?”

”Perhaps two years.”

“What about a transplant?”

“Unlikely with your record.”

Friends and family are kind and loving

But only I know the cost

Of what I lost.


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