Nothing

I waited, hoping

Nothing

I stayed behind

Nothing

I keep peeking out the window

Nothing

I am alone

More alone than I have ever been

Adrift

Abandoned — again

Sad

Full of sorrow

My health declines

My will nearly gone

I wait

Alone

Unwanted

Unneeded

Unchosen

Second, again — not even

Tossed aside

Ground underfoot

That night

In the phone booth

That storm

Thunder roared

Lightening cracked

I cried

Damaged then

Damaged now — perhaps, broken

Broken beyond repair

Alone

I weep

My heart cries out

My soul suffers

I have no one

I have nowhere

Alone before

Alone now

Alone later

Alone

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