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Literary: The Pleasure of Solitude on the Night of Valentine's Day
Stars,
Wind,
Sneaker soles padding on a sidewalk.
Aching feet
(a likeness of the soul)
Dim streetlamps the sole witness.
Two eyes
Regard the heavens;
A deep inhale disturbs the air.
The eyes
Regard no longer;
A cloud forms upon the lips.
That breath
A realisation
Solitude,
Thought,
The soul becomes by melancholy unbound
For it is reminded:
What could’ve been should not taint
What is:
A hair-tie
Worn upon the wrist
A reminder that
There is someone
A new one
From
A person present
A person who cares;
Ticket stubs
In a pocket
A reminder that
There are good times
Recent ones
From
Evenings with people
Who made time to be present;
Arcade tokens
In a jar
A reiteration that
There is someone
Valueless coins
From a person of value
From a person who values;
ID cards
On a lace
A reiteration that
There are good times
Plastic and paper
From various activities
O’er which toil is well-spent
A deep sigh
A cloud upon the lips
The soul no longer aches.
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