I see him from the corner of my eye again,
I know that he’s miles away but somehow,
he’s always with me.
My routine set, I drive to work,
radio beats in my head, I sing
and he is my harmony.
When did I lose control of my thoughts?
They’ve been commandeered and I’ve
done little to mount a defense.
Letting go, I relax into the soft
and embracing love that neither
distance or common sense can diminish.
Cheryl Hall-Russell ©2013