a thousand
whispers.
and
none
say my name.
so i return
to an unfamiliar place,
comforted by
nostalgia
and loss.
Truth’s
audacity
breaks my heart,
and trembles my bones.
Love’s myopic gaze
riddles me with pain unrelenting.
and
then
i see
me.
weathered
resilient and,
tired
of
solitude.
comes awareness
and wary curmudgeoness.
in the dark
we are free
and
not alone.
together with me
i can see.
and we skip,
and stroll,
my soul-ache and
me.
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