Perhaps I’m meant to live this life alone
in solitude
awaiting a love more grand than I could have dreamt up in my uninhabited dreams
Madonna cries above my bed
No longer in glory, she too can feel the palpable eagerness that permeates my body
Knelt, conjuring up words, hands folded
Tears rolling down my thighs
I pray to the Lady of Solitude
In the dark night


















