Reflections and memories that come running behind
They sneak up and catch up with you
And you thought, time, had left them behind?
Solitude makes room
It takes you back and forth to it all- in full bloom
What you didn't make of it then
And what it means now
Is more than you would know back then
Sifting through time and broken memories
Is the not- so- pleasant gift of Solitude.