Sitting In Empty Lots

Watching lives,

pass by,

getting the groceries,

saying goodbye.

Empty, lots and memories.

We hold onto them

as long as we can,

always hoping

might be another time

when a melody

would hold something


valuable in our lives.

Empty, lots and memories.

Give me a place to

go home to tonight,

always waiting,

sitting under the lights

watching lives float by.

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