The Only One
I’ve wandered home but
I cannot find the door.
I fear it has been taken
or swept beneath the floor;
I cannot get in.
I’ve searched my way past
windowpanes and battered
on the walls. My home
lays black and tattered;
mere fragments left to comb.
A dark ruin. There are no
people beneath the ceiling.
I’ve searched, but there are none.
The loneliest feeling.
I am the only one.
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