Call Me, ME

 I sit and ask myself, my dear.

Would you miss me, as I fear....

If I should take a step away.

Would you reach out and make me stay.


I bow my head, as my tears fall.

And wonder if you'd call.

This empty shell, that I call me.

Is standing, for you, to see.


Though weary, broke and torn apart.

I wish that you could start.

To ease this ache inside my heart.

And paint me like a Master's art.


For I rise and fall.

Yet still I wait.

With muscles aching, at your gate.

For an outstretched hand.

And love so free.

To embrace me thus.

And call me, ME.





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