September 23, 2010 by esarsea
Autumn brings the cold damp ache of emptiness. Oppressive exacerbator of loneliness. Shorter days, longer nights, still alone.
Muffled voices from the all-night TV no longer provide indifferent companionship. The bed refuses to cooperate; no comfort in sleep’s escape. Couldn’t I have passed first, or at the same time? It was Autumn then too, raining.
Solitary stranger in the mirror looks back, expressionless. Memories of emotions never again. Turn away. Shaking hand wipes a silent tear.
Once young with dreams. Questions of purpose fulfilled. Love, regret, resolve, acceptance.
Autumn arrives quietly and alone.