Silent Solitude of Darkness
I’ve learned to like being alone,
although it’s still not possible
to not think of you
in the quiet of my solitude
when considering the many ways,
reasons why don’t really matter.
I’m mostly good at getting by,
yet there remains
moments when the part of you
forever alive in me
covers my reality
in randomly passionate brush strokes of
what should have been.
It’s why I can’t listen to Chopin at dawn,
somewhere in the silent solitude of darkness
trending toward light,
my wayward soul is granted
increments of peace
to harmonize with
vanquished dreams of
never more.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “An Unsustainable Life – The Book of Darwin.” Darwin’s just been told that Becky is married and has kids. He’d previously come to terms with never seeing her again after the whole Berkeley thing blew up, but over is a long way from forever over.
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