January 17, 2017

Presence



I've looked for you, 

but you're in the wind,

never glancing back

to where you've been.

Sometimes I think

you might be here,

but I know better.

No one returns

from where you've gone,

only memories remain 

in some old song.

For years I thought

yours would fade,

not knowing

you'd return

with time and age,

your presence

here now, in the quiet

of morning,

waiting for me

without any warning.


Jan, 2017