Night on the town

Loneliness wails in silence
It yearns to grip anything at hand, anything tangible, anything… real
Frantically pacing in a circle
Hoping to hold something close, and tenderly ask why?
Why the void, the confusion, the streaming tears of frustration
With no answer
The legs of logic collapse
And the night is motionless
No one is coming.
A familiar hand reaches out —
Your own
Meager strength returns
While the murkiness unfurls
We traverse the empty cobblestone streets
And begin the task again

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