Forgotten

Most winter nights,
he hears the shuffling of feet
sounds of traffic
hurried to a destination
the hustle of life and
its consumers;

Tonight, the streets are empty
lamps shining through fog
solitude his only companion
always a forgotten one.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018
NatureVerse 141

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