Solitude

I always craved solitude
A time to think, to be, to breathe
I craved "my" time.

When you died, in front of me,
there on the floor,
my time of bitter lonliness began.

I had time in abundance,
time to think, to be, to breathe....
I craved your presence.

Now when I think of solitude
I remember lonliness
and how thin the air is between them.


This is the first draft of this poem ....I will come back to it in due course. Please forgive its faults but I wanted to "see" it.