When . . .

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When the drear days of living subside

into the darkest, gentlest night

. . . might I

reflect on . . .

thoughts unspoken

emotions unexpressed

dreams denied

hopes decried

words unsaid

. . .  or said

love ungiven

love untaken

love forsaken

and wonder . . .

was it enough?

. . . did I have value?

. . . will I live on

in the hearts and minds of those I have

begotten . . .

befriended . . .

beloved?

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