Bits and pieces
are torn from my soul
every time some when leaves
and goes to another place
either never to return
or in a long while
my sadness increases
with every mile
i know its not the end
not the last time ill see them
but it hurts not being able
to walk five mins and see the face to face
Written By Marcia Dixon
Within Walking Distance
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