Outside, the winter's snow has melted.
Now, the other parking space
is available,
yet unfilled,
empty.
When I dream of your car being parked there
anew,
my heart,
available for your love,
melts,
unfulfilled,
empty.
(unfulfilled, copyright Steven S. Walsky,2014, all rights reserved.)
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