somewhere in dead of night
hurt soul will sadly moan
for different time and space
when life was not alone

hunger for another face
with its unique voice
eyes interested and ears
which listen, might rejoice

in a humble plea will ask
for some meaning to appear
can’t imagine rest of life
continuing like past year

during day it’s possible
to find distracting activity
winter nights, long and dark
hard to seek equanimity

one answer’s to join crowd
and involve in group plan
too damaged to function
so on the outside stand

also toying with idea
of travel round the world
stop on several continents
life’s jigsaw might unfold