It’s there again,
The hole where the longing belongs …
Thinking again of those I am separated from,
Some are better known to me than others,
And there are those from small fleeting encounters,
Often with words unspoken,
But the connection of grace was there in full,
Even if for a flash-gun moment.
All love was transferred to me,
Now, each day is filled with the delight of knowledge together,
Togetherness enveloped by a love which can hardly be described,
Words failing feelings … yet again.
An eternal but wonderful problem.