My Last Solace Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Crestfallen in the wintry rain,
I wander the midnight streets
ashamed at how often
I recall and repeat her name.

I certainly remain eternally
moody and irritable
and as lost as a nameless small child
abandoned by his parents.

There will always be
days of suicide contemplation.
I've been amazingly resilient for five decades,
but I don't truly expect to always escape.

I fall in and out of love
inexplicably at random hours
but, one day, a woman's nape
will cease to be my last solace and motivation.

2: 55AM 2-24-2017