The clouds are coming
The ground turning dark
I have but few places to hide
My shelter tattered
The scene is reminiscent
We have been here before
But we survived
You and I
Those laughing afternoons
The lonely evenings
Nights of shadowy calm
The pregnant mornings
Searching my trembling hand
For that lucky line
With answers to mute questions
And finding nothing
Through the long dark night
You held my hand and sat, wordless
Dreamy eyed
And thankless
In the breezy shadow of the trees
I lost you somewhere
Sitting right next to you
Sitting miles away from you
When I was lost
You cried an invisible tear
Even as you broke inside
I couldn’t see what was in plain sight
And here I am, again
Fading, losing, unable to understand
I need your hand
As much as you need mine
I may rattle and scream
But you know better than that
I am just lost
I am not going away
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