Farther Away

The winter-dark early morning started with me, alone, missing you.

I stepped into my day, away from you. Always I move farther away from you. Every step, every breath widens our separation…

Busy all day long, but it is activity of necessity, not joy. I’m always missing you under it all.

Night has fallen again, the motion has ceased. Now, the quiet underscores your absence.

You will never be closer in time to me than this very minute, which has now passed.

The minutes always did slip through my fingers despite my frantic grasping… I remember missing you before you were gone, I remember the desperation of another precious day ending. I didn’t know what to do then. I don’t know what to do now.

There is nothing to do but end the day as it began - alone in the dark, missing you, as I always am.