Saturday, January 5, 2008

For My Husband

Only a few days left,
their temporary character being of no
consolation to me.
I cannot keep you near enough
stay wrapped in the warmth of
your embrace long enough.
Its lack of permanence drives a longing
to the tips of my fingers-
hands that cannot be held by yours completely enough.
The abscence of time appears
with its ugliest face to let
distance lengthen itself
thoughtlessly between us.
I have filled the days with a
thousand things of you,
and, yet still, I will not
have you near enough.

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