Isolation Years
There’s a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary’s letter
Her writing’s honest
Can’t forget the years she’s
Lost
In isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
“I’ll die alone”
I know she’s aching
There’s a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain
Next to his name
She
Knows he’s gone