Last night
I sat with myself
as myself searched
the horizon for
hope and peace.

"The last time
I saw them,”
myself said,
“I was walking
with them.

Then they went
that way and
I went this way
and now I should
report them missing.”

I patted myself
on the knee and
tried to reassure
myself that hope
and peace will return.

“They always
come back,” I said.
“Sometimes, though,”
myself said sadly,
it takes them a long time.”

I didn’t know
what to say to make
myself feel better,
so we sat in silence,
watching the horizon.


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