No end to the misery
No matter how much I think, I can find no end.
NO matter who I meet
I will always be alone. Every night, alone. After the call ends, alone.
No matter who I meet
I can never fall in love. I already am in love. I am tuned only to that love.
No matter what I do, who I help, what kindness
I show, how much I lie to be social, there is always the same misery under the
reflection of a memory.
No matter who I’ve
met I have always been alone. Every night, alone, after the call ends, alone.
No
matter how much I think, I can find no end to the misery.
Dedicated in memory of
Sheila
Rayburn-Vain 3-1-63 to 11-5-03
