Of Those We Have And Hold

Sometime the places that you left jar yester-worlds within

The grief of missing you, my love, tears holes beneath my skin

Those days gone by will not return; past is a soldered fold

But,

Absence of one keens Awareness of those we have and hold

Sometimes weakness begs me to cling to what does not exist

The strength required to let go leaves me feeling half-kissed

Where hours fall like flowers spinning moments into years

And

One absent keens awareness of how swift time disappears

Fingers can shake with wanting and a heart can ache for years

The hardest part of loving is its softest part; our tears

Still, we love willingly and martyr-like, suffer its pain

For

Absence of one keens awareness of those that yet remain

© Janet Martin