No more urgent escapes

     fleeing the totems

that mark every arrow

     shot into my heart

No more anticipation
    
     of relaxation

The one and only
Now a fond but
Melancholy memory

Instead of the excitement

     of knowing you are

25 or 2500 miles

     near and away

Now I know
Even if you are
next door

I'll never get to

     tiptoe over your threshold

again