no, it was not very difficult to allow many other things & thoughts to fill this gaping void where we once together spent our quiet moments
but these distractions have not my pining assuaged the withdrawal of not having you here by me is a feeling gnarling at the pit of my gut
yet I have resolved not to be cast down keeping constantly before my eyes your promise dreaming beyond paper planes & stubbed-out crayons
time & space are not sufficient to contain that part of me that with you experiences & lives so here i lightly tred amid the peat & the moss
blending what is imagined & what is in fact real walking toward the lilting songs of languid streams where hope whittles away this overwhelming subterfuge
i catch a turquoised vision of dancing lights proferring a glimpse of that thrilling prospect of faith in your returning home in due season true