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*Whispering fog on a dense morning breathes,
muting thoughts of where the daylight has gone
Silhouette tree branches silent and gray
wave on tepid winds,
misted endeavors weavimg desperate desires

Loss has claimed every color I have seen,
stark realities in the visions now cast on my heart
Emptiness leaks upon unsuspecting dreams,
imagination finds nothing beyond this aching chest,
merely opaque outlines with little meaning

Vast is this enclosure that harbors my eyes in caged sight,
fence posts and wire strung in patterns of locked decisions
aimlessly meandering a vacuous expanse
Chained link desires that can’t find the gate,
only mailboxes of memories never sealed or stamped

I walk this lonely path as it is my job, my destiny
A soul’s responsibility to wonder with longing eyes
where you might be on this,
my day with no sun, no color, no beauty, no love
And I miss you, for you were all of those things to me