Dale

I miss Dale

Whether heaven or hell

I cannot tell.

It’s up to God and not me

that places me on my knees

with pleas

to open His gates of heaven.

Tangible, touchable, finger tipped moments

to hold my thought

through and through.

Pleased by pleasing you

you've left me with regrets all my own.

To own up to the lessening of my humanity—it’s insanity.

For fleeting time is no panacea, no painkiller, no remedy.

Angry and scared I’m far less than prepared

to delve into the harried tendrils of my fragmented life.

Such turmoil such strife

such is life.

Assuredly not numb just too dumb to express my gratitude and 

too weak to miss you completely.

My spirit will not allow it.

My heart cannot take it.

I sit in this empty house 

listening to the sounds it makes

thinking you should be home

anytime, anytime, anytime.

By and by another day will arrive

bringing with it only time.

A memory of your sexual sensitivities,

your turn on's and things that made you laugh.

I’ll remember you because I want to, I need to, to have you near.

To peer into the quiet night

to be forced into another moment

all alone.