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