May/December

May/December

Oblivious to his effect,
the sky becomes brighter
and laughter more lilting.
My soul longs to be at peace in the world -
and he willingly opens the door.

Parts of my mind and places deep inside,
have slumbered so long are gladly awakened.
I’ve become the person I thought was lost,
forgot I was -
and I am grateful.

Words not said to others I place on those ears
and feel special in ways that I’ve only imagined.
It’s as if I’ve only taken - given nothing,
and waves of regret pass over me.

As I approach the point of no return
I will say my sad goodbye.
For the passing of time
and the lay of geography
are far beyond my control,
and to stay any longer would crumble my heart.

Departing the mailbox,
the bitter taste of stamp
still lingers on my tongue.
Volumes of sentiment condensed to one page.
Marbled stationary with gilded trim,
says how I cherish the small interlude
that somehow has brought me
a lifetime of change.