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was it always this way?
the sunset so cold and alone,
the wind blowing full in my face,
but never offering comfort,
rushing past me in a never ending journey.
the oriole's call came out of the bushes
but i never saw it
not even a flash of yellow would it grant me.
its cries grew higher
and louder, a sense of urgency and
desperation instilled into it.
a loud shriek
and silence.
even the yellow gem would not stay with me.

i struggled to hold back my tears,
my shadow mocking me all this while
as it danced through the leaf-strewn path.
i bent down and stared
at the last petals of a dying flower broken
from the day's trampling underfoot.
i gently pried it from the hard cement
and let it stand again.
but it only served to highlight its fragility.

i remember that this path had been
a path of happiness.
that bend just over there stood
as a symbol of the first cries of innocence.
the warm rays of sunset used to envelope
ever so gently
portraying two shadows side by side
in spring's interplay.
i remember, yes i do.

i remember that spring is over
and summer is long gone.
the trees shake their head in realisation
of the long wait ahead
where rains will batter their leafs
and winds whip at their branches
lightning threatening even the most aged of all.

was stormy weather always so painful?
i remember a gentle caressing of water,
a steady rhythmic flow that cleanses and
refreshes. but now,
it only serves to amplify the pain