Alone
Alone. Alone. Alone.
He walks away slowly, lost but not gone. My face burns with acid; my fists are solid stone.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
My feelings are irrelevant, it’s not up to me. For once he’s finally happy; for once he’s finally free.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
Familiar faces follow me, all I cannot see. Time sleeps softly, how long will it be? Will the waiting never end? Will I ever again see my dear friend?
Alone. Alone. Alone.
He is not the first to say goodbye, and he will not be the last. For soon, I too will walk away.
Slowly, slowly, slowly.
Lost but not gone, into another world.