Half a day past morning
with nowhere to go
but on.
I turn away
from the thought of you
this moment,
moving along avenues
secret from me
known only to crowds
and strangers hurrying by
unaware what miracle they've brushed.



Alone is Such a Long, Long Time was a long time in getting into print. I held back, a little self-conscious about sharing such deep and raw emotion. Those who have loved and lost that loved one will understand.

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