He’s the only cloud in the sky
dwelling in absent companionship
while the sun shines from behind
as if there’s a reason to go on
Perhaps there is
since above is still blue
and the birds are still singing
It may be a time for alone-ness,
which isn’t the same as loneli-ness
Could be a time for solitude,
intentionally fixated on himself
Knowing that one day
some clouds will return
and perhaps he’ll float away from them
so they can find themselves too
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