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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