...
My faraway, dear one,
you're fading from my mind
as long as I'm active, busy, creating,
content with what life gave me.
I can go through a day, two days,
a week even- without your name
drifting though my consciousness.
I rejoice in the one who loves me,
Comforting, committed, familial.
...
Though every so often,
I hear of that state on a map- yours,
that place only two days of a drive,
and it pulls me back to longing.
Sometimes it's a glance at the sky,
knowing that your time zone
is one hour from mine,
and you're seeing darkness
while I watch the sunset.
...
Sometimes it's a name- yours,
hers, the child's, your town's.
A song I frequently heard,
during the times I ached for you.
I've moved on, sweet one.
It's okay, keep living your life.
I'll always be here,
Your 'someday' friend,
whose soul loves yours.
Eternally, forever.