At The End

Some,
Can hold me up
From where I stand,
Hold me high
To feel okay.

Some,
With faces gleaming like the sun,
Can rise and fade
Through each day.
And they-
They thrive for me.

Some,
Spare not the time
To share a thought,
But keep all of mine
Deep inside.

Some,
Like feathers in the sky
Float and drift on by.
They sail with the wind
As they catch my eye,
Leave my presence...
And say goodbye.

Some,
Stand calm
Like a forest with no breeze,
And whisper
How I need not fear,
They'll never leave.

Though,
Only one
Can make me love,
And make me cry.
Only one
Can be the one,
I want to call my own.

I wish I had...
Just that one.
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