Me, Myself, and I


By Robin McNamara

Photo by Cole Wyland on Unsplash

By Robin McNamara

Me, Myself and I,
Walked past the wintered 
Tree

In the park with it’s departed
Leaves.

Myself though about I
And what to do with Me.

My heart, like the leaves
Fallen in decay.

I was within Myself,
All alone in the park, 
With just Me.

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