Secondary character

I always thought I didn't mind

Being a secondary character

in the novel of my own life

Not much spotlight needed

I declared

but this solitude the no cats

no family, just a few old

and yet not so solid new friends

the books the life the music

but then

fortuna locks me in this country

when a chance of family encounter came

I am trapped behind the country's walls & fence

I will miss my little 1/2 sister and her baby

Friends coming later

but what's with this heart pang, anyway?

petit soledad

I wrote a sentence in my soul
That later I forgot,
I held your hand strong
Only to –later– let it go,
I’ve walked across continents
To find myself thirsty, fatigued, and alone
I smiled at my solitude though
& it smiled back! And softly with a little frown
It drew for me the Earth, The Moon, and the Sun
Then it all, lastly, seemed to be worth
Now me and my lonely shadow
Hand in hand, merrily we go



“In solitude, where we are least alone.”
~a Lord Byron quote