Isolation

I have one wish.

For as long as I can remember I’ve had the same wish.

The same desperate incantation whispered in the early hours of the night.

I want to live.

I want to laugh in the early hours of the morning. I want to run through fields of green grass growing tall and abundant.

I want to explore the deepest oceans of your eyes and walk the miles between your freckles.

I want to learn the names of all the stars in the sky and map the constellations of my soul.

I want to find you and be found.

But, I am alone.

In this darkened cave, there is only me.

In the mornings, I hear the ocean sing.

At midday, I walk the silent beaches remembering who you were and who I was many years ago.

In the evening, I cry tears of isolation.

I was once loved by many, now loved by none.

I am forgotten in my solitude.

I am neither ghost nor woman, merely a specter of your imagination.

Convenient when necessary.

I do not know who I am anymore.

But, now and then,

I can almost remember.

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