Memories of a Future

Venice Beach (California, USA), November 2018

I don’t know if I miss you
or the memory of you,
what I felt you were,
what you meant to me.
I don’t know if I miss you
in these times so strange
of enforced solitude,
of cloistered harmony.
I don’t know if I miss you
or just your advice
in these times so delicate
to decide on futures.
I don’t know if I miss you
or the warmth of senses
so often shared, so often found
though barely seeking.
I don’t know if I miss you,
most likely I do,
but I do know that I embrace
lovingly, no holds barred,
the person I am now,
alone, cloistered,
growing once again,
complete in solitude,
happy and alive.

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