I see simultaneous chatter. I hear that cloud ☁️ pacing behind. Crickets remind me shimmering crystals of loneliness, each falling in a woeful defeat. One, after one, after one, after one, after one. After two days, I realize my clock is one hour late. Perhaps why these inanimate hands can no longer repair hour disjointed Fate. Energy musters, I walk amongst each cluster, and that cursed cloud ☁️ continues to match my every movement. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever lose it. // Such a sudden presence, relieves any essence of sorrow. Your being is precious. And when I left, this all began to make some sort of sense. But when you left, I immediately felt my mind begin to mince. And this disfigured depression I find times your simple utterance freeing me from this bind, forms a rare product to my eye. I guess I've been blind, all these years without you in my view. If I only knew...