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After Nothing

He took my hand
that grey day
dark, muscled
trees emptied of birds.


As if I were watching
a grainy video
myself, led away.
The man was strong,
all twists, low voice.


It's silent.
Shouldn't have
taken the shortcut.
There's nothing after
the path. See
maybe I was meant to.
Nothing after the
Or had to.