He was feeling strange,
a risk taken,
old friends outgrown.
Now he's alone.
He chose to be a stranger,
traveling by night,
casting aside his friends
who would not leave the light.
But stars are cold,
pitiless,
and harsh.
the warmth of old comrades,
fades beneath their light,
on the dangerous midnight trail.
And,
he wished for the ones he loved,
who’s warmth didn’t depend upon the weather,
but they were gone.
He left them behind to chase stars in the night.
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