Now,
here I sit,
alone.
My memories merely dust and stone.
And out the door, in gloomy cloud,
the life and warmth of daily crowd.
And the dark,
surrounding,
coercing these shadows of doubt.

Soon its night - once more.
And the icy-blade sliced heart of old,
filled with stories...
...lost.
Untold.
Yearning to see the sun,
to feel its warm caress,
drying tear drenched sands of a bitter-sweet shore.
Mine.
Forever.
No more.