I've grown so comfortable here
In a state of perpetual togetherness
Two years without being alone
It can really (mess) with you
I was always lonely though
Don't get me wrong
I was always waiting
For what? I don't know
Maybe to be alone again
Because I loved it so much then
But I hate it now
I guess it's my penance


Hi all,
This isn't a poem about Cailith or any other woman here. It's about life elsewhere, so don't take it badly. Any of you. I just wanted to share it with you all.

Dave

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 256 AF.