Solitude

24 Nov

I miss the familiarity of our love

How you knew what I would do before I did.

I look out at the blue ponding ocean

And the broad blue sky

Knowing that if you were alive

We would not live here.

You would never tolerate the slamming doors

The unit living noises

Of music and distant conversations.

I’m back where we began

Walking to beaches, walking to Manly

Everything close and handy.

I am a different man, although the same.

Slower, less energetic, more comfortable with silence and solitude.

You have influenced my entire being

Without actually being.

I’m here with my solitude, and you are not.

Constantly dreaming of you.

Craig

22/11/2024

Craig Buller

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