True Love

True Love

Though you are lately absent,
I remember when it was you I saut out years ago
rain on the windowpane you snuggled up with a book and a mug of hot cocoa. 

Or on sunny days sprawled in the garden making daisy chains 
gazing at the earnest progress of ants acrosed grass.
No time, no space, just you in the warmth of my embrace. 

You never called me by name 
and we never spoke our compashinship never required words.
But oh how I loved the smile that spread across your face as I approached
or when you tiptoed up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

Last year, you got glasses,
your feet grew three sizes,
you found a new companion,
one with red hair, 
freckles and laughter that scattered pigeons from trees like tossed confetti.

A warthmed spread through me as I watched you two.
I no longer approach but I see you -sometimes-
through the window looking lovely, 
and though your features blur through the glass indistinct as odysseus at sea,
I would know your profile anywhere, 
your hopes, 
your bent, your yearning.

I am your solitude, 
your loving appartness your hallowed, 
attended alone. 
Should the time come again when you crave me beside you, 
I'll be back in an instant- to cloak you in love.