Upon Early Departure

It hardly seems fair -
After all the anticipation,
preparation,
and celebration
surrounding your arrival,
that you would have to leave
so soon.

Unanticipated

the fear,
the anger,
the sorrow,
the simultaneous lingering
and rushing of days.

Life presses me to move forward.

Hesitantly,
Cautiously
trying to imagine
A future,
A lifetime
without you.

Slowly,

Surreptitiously,
Hope somehow manifests itself
amidst the sorrow.

Carefully,

In clandestine,
It courses though the time
that streams between that day
and this,
Buoying up my heart
in an inexplicable vessel
of comfort.

Hope is the wind

that softly sails my soul.
Whispering assurance,
without observation,
that one day the rivers of time
will lead me back to you,
Whole.

I smooth along the coursing current,

eyes and heart fixed on the impending horizon,
anticipating the profound promised day of
Arrival.

Anna M. Molgard

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