The arbor is hazy with a thick fog that mimicks
Two birds walk by, laughing.
And I reach out to you, and then I realize that you aren't there.
You were never there.
You were there in my mind, in my heart, in my dreams.
But in my soul you could never be.
For I now have none.
I am empty.
And what is man without a soul?
And what is love but fear of loss?
And what is loss but fear of love?
So many questions.
The mist clears, and the sun rises.
But the mist becomes a part of me,
And with the sadness, makes me whole.
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