Solitude and Separation

When the spirit left your body
I was watching out the window.

Shadows casted by weathered faces
with eyes that had no sight.

Lines on flesh tell bedtime stories
of life experienced, but never lived.

Blowing winds through dead tree branches
chime a warning to birds on a wire.

Weeping veiled faces drop tears
running rivers divided by cobblestones.

The last bit of earth becoming natures blanket,
keeps you warm away from me.

- CLW
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