Walking a lone path

Walking a lone path short poem

Fallen petals from wilted flower

spread on the road till horizon

bloom is over, warmth is receding

it is going to be a long night

last hint of light at the horizon faints

and we are left alone

I didn’t see the clouds come in

did you?

The stars and moon have disappeared

under the thick blanket

It will pour soon

lets get cosy in some place dry

will you?

I search frantically for cover

everything is so dark now

can’t see my hands in front of me

and yet hurry we must

can you?

We let go of each others hand

and now we are lost in this abyss

suddenly I am scared

have I lost you forever

I call out you name

I wait for you to call

did you?

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