In the darkness a silhouette gazes
There she lurks, grinning, smiling.
A raised brow, a question, “I thought you’ve left me?”
I tried. You were always there, trailing me. Why?
“It was inevitable”, she said.
Once again, swathed in her cloak, I wait.
Solitude.
This is my curse.
Is this the path that has been set forth for me?
Her reply, “It was inevitable.”
How long must I again endure this bitter loneliness?
“Here, time has no meaning.”
Once again, swathed in her cloak, I wait.
Solitude.
This is my curse.
Alone…nothing but a dark void.
“You are not alone. You have me.”
Once again, swathed in her cloak, I wait.
Solitude.
This is my curse.
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