Those now gone

have a way of drifting

through our minds

these moments carry like

the sound of rustling old papers

this sound is hushed

but carries untold distances

often I wake in this house

to that very sound

at times I believe

you have something to

tell me

is that so

I lie still and wait

believing I feel you near

time is rushing me by

yet I wait

the ticking hands of the clock

have rob me of my youth

reason tells me to move on

however my heart is anchored

to what we had

in these early hours

I miss you

raw and painful

like the moment

I was told you were gone

do you miss me

now here we are

neither here nor there