Sense of place, you were mine as I was yours, and
That was then, however good, this is now and I do
Not have that.
I have only me, alone with the memory of your
Love to support where I am, am going now
On my own.
On my own, a possibility I had never the chance
To consider what I do on my own, what to do
On my own.
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