Solitary Insights

By Robby Allegretta


Traces of you in every corner;

in the Victorian rocking chair,

the bookshelf by the fireplace.

 

A soundless breath panting the night away,

the steady metronome of my conscience;

“regrets are the smoothest stepping stones.”

 

Paint chips off the ornate walls; below

a thicker layer, a soothing aquamarine.

Why forgo this room in reticence?

 

Air thicker than a recluse’s plight...