The Darkest Hour

Dear M,

It hurts me to not be with you

The way your hand slides upon my cheek

In my dreams I see nothing but you

I wish for solace in your gaze

A close touch of your lips

But time moves at a snail's pace

Every second I spend wishing for it

I've imagined you loving me

In every way you know how

That now, as I sit here trying

To conjure up an image

I feel baffled as it is

The same story drawn out

I want to be lost in your arms

To feel my tears

Fall straight upon your heart

To show you how mine

Misses you so

I pray for the day we get to build

Our home and garden

And watch it grow

See our children playing in the mud

Chalking out their dreams

But may it never be so

That they dream of love

For love is a mighty blow

When at a distance

And sometimes out of control

As the wind is

We cannot foresee circumstance

But we can foretell a great sadness

And for that reason

We shall not be the first

But the last

To endure such pain

In our progeny

Unless they may be so unlucky

Then Cupid's bow was surely at the ready

To bring two not meant to be

Into a connection,

Not easy for she nor he

If one chooses to love with all his power

Then love will be given

Even in the darkest hour.

With Love,

~N.S.