"Soul Searching"

Chilled

as the night air,

alone

in my bed

of discontent,

kisses

missed as dawn arrives.

Warm

morning breezes,

alone

making breakfast

for one,

embraces

longed for most often.

Evening

arrives too soon,

alone

on the patio

in the night air.

your caress

of my face missed intensely.

Yet somehow

lonely is not alone,

because you

are constantly

on my mind,

and in the deep

recesses of my human soul.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020

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