This was written May 18, 1984.
I stand alone,
as I always will.
Friends come and go,
but all the while
I stand alone.
Just a molecule
of air, am I,
tossed about by
the wind.
I see, and know,
and love
others
but they go and
I see, know and love
more.
Always there will be
others.
Is there no one forever?
I stand so, so alone.
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