wayside Arwyn like the bow of a ship dividing things in two brushing aside I am. cast away swept under the rug no one sees no one. he doesn't call for me in the night. lost. dreams of seclusion. the wayside along the road is lonely... when you're forgotten. 050907 ... Arwyn and again, these feelings are revisited. I never expected or believed it would happen again. Why can't I learn? Is it that I want to be loved so badly that I'll attach my heart to the slightest things that show affection to me? 080312 what's it to you? who go blather from