I don’t often write poetry but today was the exception! I’m in Camore on a personal retreat. Not sure what I expect to find but this was a good start
Solo but not Alone
Waking up solo in a kingsize bed
I’ve come to the mountains alone
to the place we once loved.
Up the hill I walk to find the forest path
that will lead me to the lake we discovered
several years ago.
Along the way I see a large red heart
painted on a tree as if to show me
the way.
Around a slight bend and
I catch sight of our special lake
my spirit calms
even as unbidden tears
blur my vision.
I was right to come
It is well with my soul
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