The Longing

Love ain’t enough

No, it ain’t enough

Neither is reason

Nor words of any kind

Nor memories fresh

Nothing calms the soul

Other than a wistful withdrawal

Into one’s own Being

To find therein

An erasure of every longing

Intertwined inextricably

With a non-lonely aloneness.

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