Unfulfilled Longing

She set up a tent beneath unfulfilled longing,
Slept on the ground where the mem’ries were fresh;
Morning was wet with a sense of belonging
To somebody somewhere, in spirit and flesh

Spanning the camp, she discovered a river,
Fresh flowed the water from mountains above:
Washing her face, she exhaled with a shiver
The unfulfilled longing
Of being
In love

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    1. Thank you. This is a piece I wrote this time last year and revised to try to get closer to the story that the woman I was describing told me about a camping trip she took alone.

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