I thought I'd be fine living life on my own for a while
There were things I wanted to do You said weren't right
I soon found the feast at the table of sin is nasty like bile
Now I long to return, but I'm ashamed to enter Your sight
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Sad, & impassioned expressionof poetic grace....Love lost, sorrowed, but always opportunity to resolve or move on....your close-out tells me what you have chosen to do thus far....A splendid write, indeed, David....FJR