Mind The Gap

Dear,

This night I gaze above, I try to connect the dots that stretch through the darkness of the sky, closing a light year gap between you and me. I have tried to retrace them in the light of the dawn, I see the bird-path, and I think of you. I see the sign, the time is near for me to go back.

I think often writing you a letter, but then I open up the drawer at my desk and look at those numerous notes- once had I written but couldn't pass them to you. I look back at the door I have closed behind. Many bridges we both had burned and in the afterglow we parted. And now, when I think I might go back, I do not know if you will be there waiting for me at the other end. I do not know if I can ever find my way back. 

This world will always be full of letters, and some of those letters will be mine, unwritten, drawn through lines of crease that close them to fold at the day's end.

For you, I wait for the day-break. For you, I write poems of our passing time, running through the shadows of sadness and laughter.

Me...