Alone, but not lonely
I enjoy my own company
The solitude
Time to think
To imagine
To create
This bubble of time spent
In self-isolation
Insulation
I am unfettered
Free
But there are times
Moments like lightning making night into day
For the briefest of seconds
When I try to remember
The taste of lips
The warm press of another against me
Arms wrapped
Lying in the glistening dark
Out of breath and filled with passion
What was that like?
That half remembered closeness
Breaths mixed
Sharing something
A feeling
A sensation
Beyond the physical
Mirrored in another’s eyes
Feline thoughts
Slinking through my mind
Puzzles and riddles
I don’t want to complete
A stubborn weakness to need nothing
No one
But cold and barren time
Stretches ever farther
A rubberband
Waiting to see how far it can go
Before it snaps
How long it takes
Before I no longer wish
To be alone anymore
Alone, but not lonely
Except in those fleeting moments
When I wonder
Am I missing something?
The Noise of Silence 
Ah yes. I have felt this.
I love the solitude, often is the only friend that I like.
She, never lets you down
Thanks a lot, dear David
Gina
Ps Very true
This one will resonate with a lot of people – including me! 🙂
Thanks for the great response, everyone. I wrote this almost a month ago and debated whether it was good enough to bother posting, but now I’m glad I did. 🙂
Great writing!
I can see myself on those words
feeling the dissonance and internal conflict. lovely piece 🙂
Thank you very much. 🙂