Solitary Moon
Adrift in this sea of loneliness,
by myself in a crowd
Gazing at couples like
a hungry wolf, feeling
not jealousy but forlorn
Wondering when our day will come,
our "warm sunny day,"
a time for us and us alone
You walk the desert
as I climb the mountain,
holding tight to the
other one's soul
Stumbling through days,
while months turn to
years as I watch another
solitary moon
Lynn West
(c) 2010
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