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Walls
I stand before his face of stone
regretting that I had come alone
For I know his choice is not to stay
that the warmth will hide and drift away
Emptiness surrounds the path behind
yet transparent walls hold me confined
Dark shapes move rapidly in the mourning sky
just as the tears cascade from my eyes
Yet he has already gone and cannot see
my increasing pain and misery
As the tears dry and cease to fall
I no longer feel the transparent walls
Although they were clear, I could not see
an embrace at the end, waiting for me
