Missing Linda
Being away from somebody you love
Is such a bad place to be;
Its location is so cold, so lonely, so dispiriting.
And you never know when, coming or going,
You'll meet your own estranged shadow
Or see your ghost in a fun-house mirror.
Most disorienting is how time tells itself
Not in second-to-second crescendos
But in pausations, spaces, endless silences,
Causing you to grow old, overnight,
Believe that where you are is nowhere —
A hopelessness, a hole in your soul —
Until all of a happy sudden, you recognize,
In the gaze dancing into your eyes,
Your love, back from such a long ago.
12/17/10 - (1)
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