Each instance of abscence is an empty eternity. Sometimes I feel I only exist to remember why I love her. My thoughts wander widely as each well- worn way I travel leads me past echoes of her. They deafen me. Gilded memories with polished patinas from the fabric of my life. Their luster still illuminates the hope I hold.
Inspired by ZZ's "Far Away" on HelloPoetry (in "A Place for Sharing" collection)