Lonely
as a whisper in a cave
as the color of vodka
as a seagull
on a city bench
no bread
too tired to fly
as the helpless leaf
falling from the branch
mid-autumn
as the basketball court
you grew up near
no nets
paint fading
Is this me writing
or is this cancer?
it’s the cross I bear
and I don’t have the answer
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