My Last Solace

Crestfallen in the wintry rain, I wander the midnight streets ashamed at how often I recall and repeat her name. I certainly remain eternally moody and irritable and as lost as a nameless small child abandoned by his parents. There will always be days of suicide contemplation. I've been amazingly resilient for five decades, but I don't truly expect to always escape. I fall in and out of love inexplicably at random hours but, one day, a woman's nape will cease to be my last solace and motivation. 2: 55AM 2-24-2017