It isn’t so much
not being with you
at times,
that makes me sad;
rather the thought of you,
alone,
doing familiar things
that I’ve seen you do,
but without me.
And
it isn’t really
not being with you
at times,
that makes me blue;
rather the photographic image
of us,
doing familiar things
that we have always done
together.
And
it isn’t so much
that such a long time
must pass
before our time begins;
rather the fear that then,
beginning,
our years will pass so quickly
that much will be left
unsaid,
undone.
~James Douglas Fanning