A lonely heart, or is what
surrounds them empty?
An agnostic sat at the bar, on this particular day.
What passes through their mind as they drink in the complexity of the lives that exist around them?
Who can say, for who truly knows the answer?
They will be on their way when they are done
they will disappear as do us all.
A. N. – A seemingly mundane observation of life, or is that what is missing from our hearts?