Poem: Letter to a Lost Lover

Is it over already?
It would not surprise me;
A month is a long time
to adore someone you hardly know.
Too long, perhaps.

All the time in the world for doubts,
and never a moment alone
with you.
Will I ever see you again?
No- it would not surprise me if not.
Sadness, sure.
But no blame.
Gratitude for time spent with you.
True.

A fantasy from the start,
that two different realms could unite,
in such beauty and intimacy,
together.

Am I being a silly boy
imagining loss
where there is none?
Your love still true,
not a moment am I away from your heart?

My senile mind imagines treachery;
the inevitable loss of your affections.
Neither of us will know the Truth,
until we see each other again.
Unless you have already decided our end, that is.
I'd like to know...

Reading the words I wrote,
inspired by you,
gbeg me to see you again,
to feel if I feel again.

In the end I am greatful for what
we have already had.
Bless the little children,
thank the invisible Angels
of works and rivers
of Luck and Love
and lightening.

Oh yes, Lightening.