By the Fire

I despise the loneliness that encases my heart

That allows illusion and hope to come in.

There are those who enter and thrive,


The ones that I value most are the ghosts

Who made promises. The beings that feigned interest.

They spoke highly of my merit, my character, and just

When I thought they would make a camp next to mine

They dissipated, like smoke, into thin air. They left me by the fire

I constructed to keep us both warm throughout the night.

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