Solitude

She comes and goes.

She knows when it’s the right time to come and go.

She’s happy to see me off, as she lets go of my hand.

She’s happy to bring me back to her.

Hmm… She’s kind to me.

She helps me understand me.

We share secrets that only we know.

I am free with her.

She understands when I say I’m tired.

She knows when I don’t want to talk.

We have seen the world together.

She’s the first to hear about my dreams.

The first to hear about my fears.

The first to laugh at my jokes. 

The first to hear my soliloquy.

The first and the last to whisper, “you are not alone”.

I long for her when I am away.

It's her joyful peace that gets me.

She shows me what others can’t.

She shows me the beauty that exists in solitude. 

I tell her my thoughts.

And together we create stories. 

Together we write them and give life to what I show her.

She’s so dear to me.

“I will always be with you” she says, “you just have to find me”.

When I close my eyes, she smiles at me.

However long I have gone for. She never forgets me.

It’s strange how when I am with her, I am no longer lonely.

Drawing me in your tranquil water.

Oh… What have you done to me.

B.Mbaya

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

She certainly seems to give you much attention and love. Fine writing.

[B.Mbaya]

Thank you very much.

[emmajoygreen]

You are very welcome. Wishing you a happy and peaceful Christmas. :)