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Empty Nest
I'm feeling the space of the emptiest nest.
You would think I'd at least be getting some rest.
But I toss and I turn, and I look at the door…
Stare out of the window and pace on the floor.
My house is too quiet. My phone doesn't ring.
Except for some weirdo who's selling something.
Laughter once echoed with holiday smiles.
Occasions were fun and could be heard for miles!
Now memories and moments are all that's left of My part,
Of the pitters and patters that once needed my Heart.
@JLP
5/6/2021
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