Castaway

The signal failed last night.
My sole hope for rescue gone.
I guess I should have expected it.
I mean nothing lasts forever.

But when I realized that my call no longer
reached outward I lost hope.
I just couldn't help myself.
Maybe it was because I have been alone
for so long.

I guess I should fee lucky.
This world is liveable, rather nice really.
Sort of a place old Robinson Crusoe himself wouldn't mind.

But then ole Crusoe had his Friday.
I...
I'll have no one.

But then the Gods were kind this time.
This time at least he didn't have to die to save me.

This time, he's alive...
out there somewhere.
And I...
I'm here
alone.

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