Fading out of range

The distance is felt

Trying to connect

And feel the way it was

Without trapping myself

In the comfort of the fantasy

In the physical memory of your presence

As I sit around on Friday evening wondering what to do

Where to go.

I have more space in my life right now..

Time to do…

Time to explore

But I hold out

Holding it open

Thinking you’ll park outside my window once more.

I find peace as well

Not having to perform

Needing not to be … for you

As this thing is fading out of range

I try to stay open

Hoping it is temporary

But it is still moving in that direction

I release it and let go

I morn

I long

I grow

I appreciate and remember

Celebrate

It was good……

BD 11/03