Upon Early Departure

It hardly seems fair -

After all the anticipation,

preparation,

and celebration

surrounding your arrival,

that you would have to leave

so soon.

Unanticipated

the fear,

the anger,

the sorrow,

the simultaneous lingering

and rushing of days.

Life presses me to move forward.

Hesitantly,

Cautiously

trying to imagine

A future,

A lifetime

without you.

Slowly,

Surreptitiously,

Hope somehow manifests itself

amidst the sorrow.

Carefully,

In clandestine,

It courses though the time

that streams between that day

and this,

Buoying up my heart

in an inexplicable vessel

of comfort.

Hope is the wind

that softly sails my soul.

Whispering assurance,

without observation,

that one day the rivers of time

will lead me back to you,

Whole.

I smooth along the coursing current,

eyes and heart fixed on the impending horizon,

anticipating the profound promised day of

Arrival.