These moments slowly melting like the Sun
Into the emerald green Irish sea,
Left longing, counting the days ‘til your return
So soon after your departing,
Making wishes while slowly twisting my
Waking up from siesta’s sweet slumber
To find your spot empty,
Learning to navigate once again the ebbs and flows
Of the hallways of solitude,
No map or GPS needed,
Leaning on the solace offered by a Soul
That matured in the solicitations of solitude’s embrace.
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, 07/03/2016
This poem is about missing someone. It is also about learning to be alone and comfortable with the mysteries made aware in “solitude’s embrace”.