Familiar sights accompanied by silence
yet my footsteps are louder than before
Do I run from this
Or embrace it?

I sit on my bench
as i have done a thousand times
looking to the shape of the clouds for guidance
they tell me what i already know

I am alone, finally and completely
alone
No one will cradle my sorrows
or bask in my joys

Is it strange then, to feel the same as before?