What be this find on walking trail
such out of sorts doth be
one puzzle piece yet all alone
and none connect to thee
Thou left to rest without one near
they've all abandoned flight
throughout the day and afternoon
and passing through the night
No sacred memories in thy mind
where lined in box with mix
of other times when thou connect
to other pieces fixed
Yet now thou solely by thyself
no others be around
secluded in thy resting place
while lying on the ground
And none doth care thy stillness lie
without connecting parts
the tearing of thine inner soul
the ripping of thy heart
And longing lone thou separate one
through desperation's' mask
thy final creed of lasting love
found solitude at last
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