A Mystery

It was a mystery.

How he died.

Nurses clustered around his body,

A neurosurgeon in a white lab coat

hovered over him, like a dove.

After some discussion and a number of tests,

it was determined the cause of death

was solitude.

The self imposed type of solitude

A solitude for which there is no cure.

Derek Earl Houghton

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