The
nurse
who
loved me.
Old tears shared,
with open hearts,
and love came,
somewhere in the middle.
Two broken lives,
collapsed relations,
abandoned at dusk,
the night is too cold for loneliness
these
days.
She knows.
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Andy Veilleux 
Love the way you convey the need for addressing the lonliness felt.
thanks 🙂
ahhh, i love this.
all the pent-up emotion just spilling out 🙂 xx
thanks, you should be used to that sort of poem from me by now 😉