The Time Between

 

"Gone" the plane whispered

As it carried you to distant lands.

Time passes my awareness

Counting off seconds like

A Chinese water torture.

 

The spring has changed strangely cold

Blowing winds bereft of warmth

Skies filled routinely

With monotonous grayness

Dulling the colors of spring blossoms.

 

Dutifully I succumb to this

Bleakness nature has thoughtlessly

Thrust upon a lonely heart

And turn inward to nurse instead

Upon memories of you still warm.

 

Time again will be a friend

Unknowingly as it draws two lives closer

Magically picking up the tempo

As my heart's rhythm quickens

When I hear you whisper, "I'm home."

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                                  

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