hours of each day alone
at home alone/most of our life
link by blood origins or choice
still,times alone nest/wherein
we roost and plump pillows
read books /make solitary art
write to those with whom we share heart
adjustment allows meals for one/a cup of teabag
long dreaming nights in single bed
a world seen from a distance caring
for those in need/who may not ever see
single,solitary,we
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