Solo

As I was leaving the store this evening, all by myself, thinking back to a year ago and how hard it was that first time to go shopping solo, I jotted down this poem in the parking lot.

Solo

At first, it seemed so difficult, to go somewhere alone
And now it seems so strange to me, I'm used to "on my own"
I worry that I'm losing you, I feel a disconnect
And there may yet be decades more before I see you yet
I wish that I could talk with you and find out how you feel
Yet "conversations" with you seem so silent and unreal
So patiently I wait for you, to send some kind of sign
To let me know our love's still sure, assure me you are mine
But even if you cannot speak, and cannot show your face
My hope is strong, across the veil, you're waiting in that place.
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