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I am a ghost, invisible.
I melt into the milling crowd.
My footfalls are soft, inaudible. 
Snow fills in my steps.

Others’ eyes may see me.
They can’t see into me.
I don’t let them linger.
They move on, uncaring.

I don’t dwell on who I was,
don’t rue what might have been.
That was hills and valleys back,
a different life long ago.

There were some I loved.
Their faces float in the smoke
voices whisper in the leaves
in the still before the dawn.

Now I am beyond emotion.
All my bridges are burned.
I am alone but not lonely, 
inert, untouchable.

I find the answers in the night
as stars wheel high above.
Wind sighs through my hair.
I walk into the rising sun.

I keep walking, ever walking,
I don’t worry where or why.
I stride onward, ever onward, 
leave the past behind forever.