Lament 7: Alone

New moon and fog 
As I glance out
From my cave. 
A smugglers’ night: where are they?

(Words on a page
Delight me. I wouldn’t, couldn’t 
Be taught 
to hear

As you heard.)
Some trees are leafless
And some cling to their leaves. 

(You’ve left 
And a new season
Is emerging 
Into bleak darkness.)

A brief flash of light - 
Others carry treasures
I can’t see
Or hear now

But I am not alone. 

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