Strangers Again

Getting home,
nobody’s waiting for me.
Closing these doors,
having this silence take hold of me again.
Wishing someone was there for me.
But everyone’s gone.
And I’m just listening to all of these depressing songs.
Forgetting how to live,
live where life never knew you even existed.

© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016

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