Several weeks later I find myself
Very much dissimilar but in the same
manner and with unchanged unmet tasks
Why is it that the solitude of darkness
Welcomes me in more ways that
I remember and at just as many
Times of night?
Fear for me, oh distant close ones
Wherever you are in your mind
I cannot say, I just hope
It is at some point realized
That despite my ample surroundings
I am alone, in a void
Which can only be filled by
An unnamed desire
Yet to be discovered.