Inbetween two places and nowhere near the right place;
somewhere, in the distance a bird cries and babies coo,
only the distant rumbles of thunder fuel me to move
locate myself to another place, somewhere without you.
Against bitter winds and sleet, I stand alone and fearful -
trepidation-I tremble as the tide comes in, I'm bleeding
inside out and outside in, tears are my only form of closure;
only squirrels seek me, with nut nibbling urgency and only
nameless faces ask me for the time, as I wonder the world alone.
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