for a time

one month
goes one day
at a time
as months
always go

sailors and travelers of
days long past did it,
though, and their
lovers, too

i tell myself
there is always time
there will be more time

but as i anticipate
the distance,
the quiet, the longing
my heart aches a bit
all the same

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