Solitude

By Vanya Kaul

This solitude might end me 

It will make me hide all the parts I show 

It was there for a moment, 

the feeling of having multiple someone’s

but then gone before I could process it

It might have been a favor to me so,

Why do I despise this?

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” 

they say

and I would’ve agreed 

but my poor heart seems to contrast 

It feels estranged and alienated

nowhere near ‘fonder’ 

However,

I am not alone 

for I am escorted by some miserable hope 

It tells me that I do have a companion 

who perceives as deeply as I do

who weeps a deluge, and

who feels this solitude 

will write the epilogue of their life.

By Vanya Kaul