Days End
I awake to the sound of leaves as they floated on the air.
I weep.
You were not here with me, your essence is gone.
I will walk alone the forest; talk with myself.
The birds will give me advice.
The wolf a cold shoulder.
The bear an embrace.
The stag will look down on me in my shame.
The beetle will scurry not wanting to bother with my pain.
I will roam the forest and its mountains,
never to come out again.
Looking for the feeling that we had when together.
In time I will become a shadow.
The forest will welcome me then.
For everything that can never go back,
rests in its shade at days end.
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