Since you left
Absence has moved in
The rooms of our home
We filled with our art
Our travels our nostalgia
The Whirling Dervish
You brought to me from Egypt
The wooden Vermont cow
Shaking its head
At the loss of you
Feel the emptiness
For you are everywhere and nowhere
We are ghosts you and I
Among the spring azaleas
As the dogwoods open
As the honeysuckle fragrance
Reminds me of I forget what
The blooms fade as we have
And I am the sole vessel
Of our feelings our dreams
Our desire to grow old together
You are my compass
With no magnetic pole
Our joy I can only recall
The guide to every action adrift
My mind is filled by you
Though the sails of our lives
Can not unfurl
Though your fingertips tap
Subtle love upon my navel
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