Hours

Dear AJ,

Well done! I loved the rhyming. It was perfect. The lonely feelings of those long night hours was so real. Ah! To be able to rhyme like this is a gift. Beautiful. H🌷

Careful. If anyone learns I'm paying you $20 per comment, they'll all want it! 😕🌼

The kindred spirits that appears in the wee hours of the night 👊✍ memories of them nights when you can't wait to fall asleep 😔

Those nights never end. Thanks for stopping in my friend. 🙏🤗

You are very welcome brother poet ✍👊🙏

You imbue this haunting little piece with the perfectly authored sense of aloneness; where that recognized ache, (one we all know far too well) of solitude and longing permeates deep.... leaving a beautifully tender lasting sensation of love, remembered  
 

Just lovely.  
Thank you, Joe
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Sadly, it speaks so well because we all know it to well.

Thank you 🌼

I could feel the profound loneliness in your words. Time moves differently especially at night when you are alone. And the memories can be haunting, visiting like ghosts to remind you of what you had and want again. Or even something you have not found yet but you know it's out there somewhere; it can just be so hard to find sometimes. Those shadows are ominous like a faint representation of that person trying to keep you company. As you said, we all experience being alone at some point or certainly feeling alone any way. And when you have so much to give, you always long for someone to share that love and passion,  and feelings and emotion with. But always know that there is someone who wants to share theirs with you as well. <3

Losing someone, missing someone or just needing someone makes the quiet times that much more profound.

But you're right, somewhere there's someone for everyone...I think mine lives in outer Mongolia, but they're there. <3🌼