Fools
Grace was an acquaintance
and sat off to the side.
Like many she would chatter
and me; my heart subside.
The others moving with her.
The stars throughout the sky.
My place of comfort with them.
In time a place to die.
With humming in between us.
The message we are here.
The planets passing by us
despite my lonely fear.
While waiting for an ending
another fool is born.
As one who would be foolish
finds friends who would be torn.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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