Poetry #93

One day
the prince
came back.

But the
fox was
long gone.

The forest
was once
more just
a forest.

Like the
many million
forest in
the world.

Without the
fox the
same place
was different.

Without the
fox the
same time
was different.

He left
for a
rose that
couldn't wait.

And once
more he
came back
but there
was no
one there.