Perhaps Ive been looking at this
with narrow eyes
Blinded by the distance
Too caught up in my impatience
To realize
the gift was in the days
The nights
The hours spent
In harmonious revelry
Nothing lost
That was ever unworthy of these things
And ever more under the wing
The gift of time
How different my heart would feel
With out
Your shadow to stir in its echoes
The distance that
Is not so far
That I cant still step out
And hear your
Jovial laughter on the air
Where did we leave this lie?
Or was it to rot before it was to die.
The magnitude of the emotion
Bigger than the loss
More prudent than its ache
The smile I cannot erase
Maybe the forest was
Hidden by these trees
the smoke
the brew
sweet cream and coffee memory of you
and your hand
when once we knew one another
and the worst of each other
in the best of times
never angry
never afraid
the distance is not the curse
the gift was the chance
we took
and lived
and  do
frozen in time
hazy memories of a life lived
in its fullest
too fast
too big
too beautiful
to die