One day my solitude won’t feel like solitude at all
It will be the sweet ever after I’ve been longing for-
The peace of dropped expectations and the serenity of a love recalled.
It will be the how and the why,
The what and the whom.
And though my eyes are still glossed with fear and romance,
I sense a calm acceptance beyond.
This heart beats and this brain chatters,
But the light has already come.
I see it in my reading chair,
My husband adding logs to the fire,
Our children with their children on hips,
Our breakfast table with a sunbeam slicing it in two,
Our long wooden porch looking out onto the lake as still as glass,