Solo

One day it will strike you

Full on your face,

Your eventual loneliness.

That is the way of the world.

People leave inevitably

Like whiffs of vapour;

They will bow out,

And leave you on the stage

And the spotlight will widen around you

And you will surrender to the blinding light

And embrace the searing blindness.

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