On a still, cold night, the few sounds –
a lone car, a distant train, a dog barking
briefly – could all break my heart.
They sound so lonely, so haunting.
Something, or someone, is leaving.
Someone or something has gone.
Am I longing for the return? Or do I yearn
to be setting out myself on a far journey?
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