Isolation Years
There's a sense of longing in meAs I read Rosemary's letterHer writing's honestCan't forget the years she's lost
In isolationShe talks about her loveAnd as I read"I'll die alone"I know she was aching
There's a certain detail seen hereThe pen must have slipped to the sideAnd left a stainNext to his nameShe knows he's gone
And isolationIs all that would remain"The wound in me is pouring outTo rest on a lover's shore"