When They Are Gone

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Withdrawal from good company is a heavy, desolate thing.

Thankfully this hour of gloom doesn’t last forever.

It may not even last an hour.

But when they are gone –

If only for a little while –

The world doesn’t seem as bright.

However, just as the sun sets,

I look forward to seeing them come again.

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