Where has the man gone?
The one that protected and chided,
frightened and guided.
You are nowhere to be found.
I keep watch over a stranger.
A machine made man,
who does not know that I am here.
Unspoken words still cling to the air,
screaming to be heard,
soaring instead, out the window
to lay broken on the ground below.
I turn to see your cold, gray face
And wish that I could join them.
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