We were nomads, bathed in concrete;
Stiff bones refusing to move,
Wandering souls refusing to settle.
Nothingness was consuming,
Suffocating.
Lungs already pushed flat,
Air already gone.
No one knew.
No one cared.
Loneliness hurt more than nothingness,
More than suffocating.
There was no one to think about;
No one to dream about –
Not really.
Days of dancing, kissing in the rain were gone.
Running through sprinklers,
Friday movie night,
Red worn down converse.
It was all gone.
Never again a possibility.
Like a first kiss –
The only thing left was regret.
Terrifying, heart wrenching regret.
And loneliness.
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