I sit on the bench,
watching the sun take flight,
and the moon move to position.
The stars begin to shine
in the darkening sky.
All is well with the world.
The night will soon be here.
But all is not well with me.
I feel light.
I feel empty.
I feel transparent.
A ghost of my former self.
What has happened to me?
How will I go on?
One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second.
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.
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