loneliness

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sadness nourishes,
like a garden hose.
roots grow, choking sprouts
of joy,
(satisfied longings
trying to find their way
past hollow eyes.)

sunbeam morning
can not thaw numb limbs
from frost of evening, years
in frozen tundra.
wind
blows a cold chill, artic ice
in brazen darkness.

with eyes closed,
she can not see
the new horizon,
where companionship rises
to dance
with restless soul,
making merry
what lived a winter's death.

she settles in, adjusts
her pillow,
tucked in safely
like a sleeping child,
as isolation kisses
goodnight.

she falls asleep
with solitude,
her faithful lover.
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