Yes, you are gone.
Perhaps you moved to Paris with the job that we both agreed you could not pass up
or maybe you've crossed a river mythic and entered a land of mystery where we will someday
run to each other
as though not a day has passed...
Certain as the sun will rise I ache your absence
and receive you in dreams
that make waking feel like a task...
Yes, you are gone
But I carry you in my heart.
The ghost of you
The life of you
The wonder of our time together
in all its beauty, mundane and special...
I could either announce my love for you to the world
or keep it secret and silent in my heart
like a special stone
tucked in my pocket
on whose surface I run my finger over and over
until there is a groove
like 1,00 years of wild wind over the hills of Marin...
For some reason it appeals to me more,
that gentle confidence of loving you
like a confession only I can hear
That things eternal now rest in His palm
as safe and loved as when they touched mine.
This bag is a lightweight one,
with a very long (42 inch) strap for cross-body carrying.
It is meant for someone who understands.