The sun went down hours ago
& it took forever for the moon to rise
on his little part of the world.
He heard the cries of the fallen,
those destitute of hope,
he saw their hidden glory,
the beauty of their heart,
he knows about pain,
his he felt.

It is indeed cold,
no breeze blows &
a stillness has settled,
the starless night awaits him.
Long and hard he has thought
about the meaning of allegory,
wondering about truth,
the changing of the tides.
No longer is he in need,
to hide is to show weakness,
kindness is his strength,
he shall not want again.

He has packed his bags for the journey,
there will be no more dedications,
the silence invites him,
comforts him,
he's not coming back.

There were no friends there,
everything was an illusion,
the kinship topical.
He figures to move south,
embrace the subtropical,
fish the shoreline,
nobody will miss him
or even kiss
the ground he walks on.

He's good with that.