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across the miles

why even space itself

comes home

in a snit

I curse the time

that separates us

where whispers of discontent

once blew ever so gently

through my fascinated mind

now such storms could rival Hugo's

own bitter devastation

honestly

as where would the ship be

without its anchor

lost and alone

on the cold open sea

forever aimlessly adrift

I ache so frantically

just to get one glimpse

at your so beloved familiar port

yet I know in my breathless

heart I likely shall not

tears fight me for their release

its as if this life's time is a test

one I must make my own strength

(not yours ) to pass

and partly in turn

I must do so

by not having you

just this once with me

I don't even know if you are here

in this now that I occupy

all I can do is so lovingly long that you

are

surely you must be

as I can feel you

and yet I also

simultaneously feel

so very deeply the loss of not

having you here

its all so confusing

I keep thinking

one day

on this plain of the humanistic path

we will meet again

and like the finest forms of Copperfield magic

we will click

two intertwined links in the chain of life

the very same chain that links the anchor to

that same before mentioned ship

once so very aimless

but no more

only then will I cease to feel this constant

engulfing void

that has steadily eaten at my sensitive soul

far longer than even I can adequately recall

yet sometimes I truly wonder if this is all

just a wound able product of my naturally

deep and lonely imagination

well if so

then this affliction of missing you seems

so amazingly real

so much so

that such searing pain

can not be so easily dismissed

just what is it that I so need to learn

that I can only do so 'Without My You'

I hope that whatever it is its a doozy

perhaps humility

perhaps strong singular evolve meant

deeper sense of self to better put to use

my poetic poignancy with these words

my heart and mind so enjoy making love with

whose to really say but writing saves me

from the jaws of deep depression's lure

so rather I choose to live every day to the

maximum fullest with

my heart's inner eye always trained on the very

moment

I will be with you again

I just can't help myself

but thankfully

I believe God understands and by far better than

anyone else can

this is my pilgrimage of sorts

and my commitment

is still pending

I must move forward

ever hopeful

ever anxious

physically I go

yet emotionally

I wait as..............

yours

just like always

ever after...............

(March 7, 1999)