The Riddle of Me

I am insubstantial
as a baby's breath I am
a pale puff of wind
listing, I am a
trail gone cold I am
mistakes along the road
I am the person people
left behind.

I am a fault line
gaping.  I am silence
after storm I am
dumb and forlorn
I am the one in oblivion
the people left alone
I am no standing stone
I stand badly on my own.

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