The Handhold

In the darkest parts of the day
you are either its cause,
or always there shining;
all darkeness fleeing
before the love of you
that is me.

Since zero AJ
I've had no real
loneliness
as spur to my life,
only my own soft heels
digging in at the sides.

Our children
now with us eight and eleven years
act for me
as a trial
of our coming separation.
growing from
this nest we call home.

One day memories will
act to hold
the one
who waits
A heavenly ticket grown yellow
looking for a conductor;
having forgotten one of us
when we wanted so much
to be thrown off together.
Your love surrounds me
memories of never being cold,
all that's asked in return
is my love easily given.
You offer, I've found, the handhold.

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