I’ve been coming here for the last four years. I knew what I would find.
I would find what I lost on the other side. What I cannot reach.
I don’t see a solution. I feel we may always be separated.
If only I get could get a message through.
“I’m ok. I’m here.”
“I miss you.”
I am Cone Alone.
Cone Alone 
This one is a little cute Joey. I didn’t know you had it in you!
Thanks Cole. I just let the cones speak for themselves and sometimes, if we let them, they direct the traffic of our emotions to our hearts.