When, so many years ago,
I walked the town at night in solitude
the loneliness at once a shroud of peace
and desparate cry for human touch, release.
I always hoped that She would wander out the fog
and with head bowed like mine
in hesitance accept my hand in hers
then look me in the eye
and know that we were kindred and well met.
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