…and I wrap myself
In my worn cloak of loneliness,
As I watch the suns rise
On other horizons,
Watch the stars fall on shores
I’ve shared.
The mist wafts across the ground,
Erasing my footsteps,
Masking my path.
I am gone.
Forgotten.
V. Elizabeth Clark
Photo: Foggy Beach by Michael Thomas
Tonya D. Thomas 