Had fortune found the key to fear and love.
It’s trove would be filled with remorse…
The lockets only secret would be the distance.
My love have I forgotten to water the flower of our bond.
On the horizon of daily devotion…had my eyes been turned blind?
Have I fallen into time’s trap…complacent and less kind?
My box of nighttime prayers have but one centerpiece.
Thus, all meaning of well wishes are lost without you in my thoughts.
I have followed languid loves…enough to know…
That you are cultivated into my every need.
The everyday becomes the every year.
And, often I am remiss in drawing our love near.
Yet, it is on the foggy days when time stand still…
I am fortunate to remember I am nothing without you here.