Loneliness kills us slow,

 

I often see a lady walk miles a day with no plan at hand, She walks the same route everyday,

As she always has a cigarette in her hand, Puffing big clouds of smoke of regret from her mouth,

She seems like a women who has the world on her shoulders, A heavy mind with no One to talk to or even turn too,

I feel sorry for her because it seems she’s punishing her self, for whatever reason not known to me,

We can only see passed the first layer of ones being with first sight, as minds always assume with unknown,

Always wearing the same clothes without one piece of clothing out of its place,

Up and down as she shimners on the path I never see her with anyone else,

I’ve been meaning to approach with a smile or just a hello, I’ll see what tomorrow brings if she passes me on my road,

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