I’m thinking of you

Thrown from your routine–

Where each sunrise brings purpose,

Suddenly alone

I think of you

As bags are packed–

Traffic exodus of crowds,

Silence now too loud

I think of you

Incarcerated–

Behind tears of loneliness,

Festive observer

I think of you

Who for the first time–

Must sleep on that double bed,

You always shared

I think of you

Hoping and praying–

That you will dress in seasons,

Where time comes to pass

I think of you

See your smiling face–

As you slowly realize,

I’m thinking of you

He is always thinking of you too.

Under a full moon

ethereal light–

your distance tonight

rides the back of Winter’s chill

yet in your fullness

is the womb’s promise–

deliverance of a beating pulse

why then this feeling?

this desolation and doom–

weighing heavily in the dark

as you rise in the heavens–

spread your nurturing warmth

to those whom you have given birth

swaddle them gently–

nurse them with your loving care

and as you lay them down to sleep

dispose of their wasted fears…

This gift

You may never know

No, not even guess

The imprint of your words.

Perhaps misunderstood,

Even misrepresented

But their arrows found their mark.

And now you’re gone

But certainly not forgotten

Wherever you may be

Let peace find your soul.

Let happiness find you

As you found me too.

This gift I gladly give to you.

It was too late

A heaviness constricted his heart as he pushed and shoved against

swirls of people. Anonymous faces, vacant and blank stares left him

feeling the emptiness of crowds that followed blindly. He searched

desperately for that familiar face.

She was on the train

 wistfully gazing at him,

 wrenching a deep groan.