Every once and a while,
a longing …
An aching
in bone,
A sighing
Disturbing disquiet,
A howling low
Like wind,
Blowing through
Catches me sharply.
Displaced, disoriented,
The known feels so unfamiliar.
Silent emptiness, tightly contained,
Sifts through,
The outer shell,
too small.
Every once in a while,
reaching out
for you,
Isn’t enough,
Not face to face,
Speaking, no voices.
Passing by, passing through,
Each other
I am the other
Where space is crowded with your absence.
Every once and a while,
home beckons
a shining light,
And I long,
I ache for home,
For the solidness of knowing you.
For that time when we’ll be
Reunited, together,
Even though, around me
The great world unfolds, dazzling wonder,
And I love all of it.
Even though in the stillness you are
Here, I am not alone,
On this journey, still not the same.
Even though…
I long, something is missing,
Laughter and music,
Drying tears, simple gestures.
When you run to catch me flying,
I might never let you go.