Games of Solitude

Solitude is the other half of me

My bride is feeling guilty.
She has been with another man
just the night before our wedding.
I know it. I am not angry.

I know she is unfaithful,
she likes making me feel sad.
And I also like her leaving me.
Yet I always think of her.

She is now about to leave once more,
not leave "me" but...simply put:
she is going to die. I hope.
And it is hope that makes my bride leave.

For when I hope, I know I am not alone.
Thus, at that times, Solitude does not exist in me.
Loneliness fills me though, every time
she goes away. My bride. My love. My Solitude.