If only you were here,
My empty heart would rest
In the bastion of familiar comfort...
If only you were here,
My unchecked thoughts would quiet
In the harbor of your crescent understanding...
If only you were hear,
Your touch would calm
My quickened breath...
But you are gone.
Holding another.
Calming his casualties.
Giving him rest,
And sharing the love you planted
And cared for with me...
Yes, you are gone,
Nursing him, as a
Shepherd would prepare a lamb...
How can I possibly miss you?
How can I want you near?
The dynamics of love
Are often so strange
When love is based on fear...
