i went to your home today

not the structure, but where you abide

but unlike the so many times before

time allowed your path to diverge

and you were not there

somewhere between a big gamble

and the toil of this existence

your form disappeared

and in its place stood a muse

powerful and foreboding

yet innocent and inviting

and again i found you there

without the familiar face

in the space where i could remember the joy

of calling upon you

known and accepted

we had words, smiles, and tears

but no longer able to visit

because i allowed time to take you too far away

to reach out

and embrace



29 November 2007

7:34 am