Past Summers of Isolation (poem)

Past summers of isolation,

of loneliness

craving somewhere else,

someone else.

I confess I missed you,

dreamed of you,

wanted you back again,

something to fill the void.

I felt like a trench

waiting for the ocean to fill me,

but it had dried up -

you were gone.

But time changes all things.

You're still gone,

but I'm grateful for it,

glad I didn't drown.

Past summers of isolation,

hopelessness,

and desperation,

days now long gone.

-Zero