The wasteland unfolds
Echoes are no more.
A dusty solitude.
Its only denizen,
a sun that hitches a ride on my back and
a moon that pits my skin.
Footsteps embellished with fear.
Moments of quiet sadness anchored with hours of
disgruntled pacing
An eternity of why?
The heartbreak of whom?
The horizon is now different.
A shadow is cast.
The isolation of silence,
broken by an outline of disruption.
Moments pass.
My chest drum beats.
A lone companion of nerves,
sneaks down my brow.
Footsteps embellished with fear.
A dusty solitude no more.
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