I sit under a clear, star-lit night's sky.
Deep, dark blue ceiling,
Bright moon, winking stars.
The air, crisp and cool, saturated with Autumn's scent,
As cool dew droplets settle in around me.
So still and quiet, except for the last of Summer's creatures, and the rustle of drying leaves.
The chill nips at my face and hands,
No one to snuggle against.
I shove my hands in my pockets,
And pull my flannel tight.
Thoughts make random appearances,
And dance through my mind.
Thinking on decisions,
Pondering uncertainty.
Thoughts of confusion,
Spiked with doubt.
Emotions push their way in.
Memories waltz through.
Memories of lost family,
"Oh, there's Dad!"
Memories of detached friends,
"Yes, I do miss her."
Depression starts to open the door.
Feeling loneliness, and sadness.
Such a night for romance, or just togetherness,
Sharing, or just being.
A beautiful night meant to be enjoyed,
The time should be so relaxed and carefree...and shared.
Is it time wasted,
Or wisely used?
Is Something missing,
Or was Something ever here?
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