Solitude

I have a mistress,
her name is Solitude.
When my home is empty
her silent arms embrace me.
Her violin lips whisper to my heart.
And when my wife returns she leaves
with no trace save the tune of her trance
and her parting glance, a smile that knows
a secret. I have a mistress. Her name is Solitude.

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