...

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.