It has ever been my way
to wonder
where two lovers part
one walking slow in thought
unrolling absence and rope-burned tug
how to transform
from one coronation cup held aloft
in morning air
a magic carpet of crisp hopefulness
to shrugged farewell
asking
what of me do you take
with you?
back we go
packing our footsteps
the rifle of life cocked
ticking down the seconds
pressed in dormant gunpowder
could be we swim on golden pond
just as dawn makes autumn a yellow girl
emerging from water and light
spilling from her need
imagine that
our shared thoughts holding each other
no distance separating unified hearts
of those who know when separate
how
to still hold on
TheFeatheredSleep 
Beautiful and haunting–just like the absence of a lover or, better yet, a soulmate
Exactly – very true! Love is all. (thank you) (and you are right, a soulmate being the best match)
Distance can make the heart grow fonder, despite it sounding a bit trite !!
Like a arrow to the heart…but how sweet the pain. ❤
Excellent!
I agree. I find it sad that distance causes this in a way as it’s a bit fake but it’s also human nature to think about what we do not have and sometimes take for granted what we have. You are so right. I aim hard to avoid taking things for granted. I still do but I try not to.
“the rifle of life cocked
ticking down the seconds
pressed in dormant gunpowder
could be we swim on golden pond”
makes me think of final partings more than mere distance… aging, the imminence of death. Haunting and lovely.
Beautifully put, Candy. When you know, you hold on
Exactly right my friend!
Candice, you are truly the best