My eyes sharpen like daggers
Piercing
Through the fog like on an open road
But through the shadow, trees and shrubs below
Growing
Under my step, soft, cold and tame
The moss seeps out the rain
Smelling
The black bark, wooden giants
Stand tall, slender, silent
Defiant
Rain trickles down a lonely stone
Cold, wet, forever alone
I sit
Wait
I want to be alone, not lonesome
But with you
Alone
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