Slow

So agonizingly slow

Like thick syrup pouring

It is slipping from my grasp

I once held everything

Held her in my arms

And saw how wondrous

My life could be and grow

Fighting now to realize

How I can find that again

While I watch from afar

And root for her happiness

I Know

I know these words will go unseen

I write now for an audience of one

I miss you, it's that simple really 

I may talk to you most every day

I may still be your true friend 

I miss you, and us, and all we were

I have known how unique you are

I have felt the heart you possess 

I am irreparably altered by it all

I am sure I will never find that again 

I know I must find a way to carry on

The Moon's Haiku

Golden sickle hangs

Nightly reminder of you

Goddess moon now gone