Solitude is a most underestimated state of mind,

Moments to reflect on what time has left behind,

A time to quietly gather memories,

Loves lost, loves gathered, loves sustained,

Each leaving a mark on both the mind and the heart,

Each asking more than what was offered…

Or could possibly be given.

Time does not heal all wounds.

Each wound starts completely in its own way,

A unintended touch, a glance with more emotion than thought,

That awkward conversation attempting not to give away everything,

An invitation to meet again without being truly sure,

That first kiss that starts so innocently then grows to a wanton need,

Arousal creeps into what was unexpected,

Volatile bodies mutually decide caution has departed,

The coupling of mind and body into a murky mixture,

In what seems a few moments you lay gasping together.

Only to realize sometimes solitude is the most underestimated state of mind.