I have followed the ways of your heart
Searching for understanding in prayer
Silently wondering how you are
Where your heart lies in between here and there
Between the certainty and the unknown
Time passes each day and I refrain
Wanting and seeing the purpose of space as a mutual thing
Tending to the heart and to books
Silence rests comfortably between you and I
Not a moment of regress or a calm before the storm
I wait here missing you
Looking at your picture often
Listening to your voice before I lay my head
Remembering the man beneath the pain
Telling myself this time is only brief
As books and blank pages stare begging for words and critique
I take a moment to let my heart have a word with you
As I wait here for the passing of time
I am missing you
P.S. For those of you who have been reading up on this blog for quite some time and have wondered where my prose entries have gone, don't worry they will return. I'm just too busy at the moment to put all that feel and think into complete sentences and well ordered paragraphs.
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