for love of you

She told me "I'm not missing you"

I know. It's painful. We want forever and always. But we can only have now. And that only sometimes.

But I'll miss you.

There can never be a thing like what is when we are together in a field under a full summer moon.

Or us in a beeyard humming together, or us dressing and undressing in each others clothes in a frenzy or singing our way down a river, us swimming naked into a lake under the stars......or....or.....all of it.

Oh my god is it harder the second time. We know how far now, we have already been apart.

I could cry for days more and it wouldn't be enough.

This evening, the poetry isn't on the page. Poetry is the connection I am leaving. If it weren't for purpose, I could not bear it.

If it weren't for you, there would be no purpose.