until then

been so long since forever

so many days passed

turn into weeks

into months

never had I planned

just happened as always

a simple and obvious pattern

but to attempt and force makes even less sense

so when I can I will and that will be that

I feel prompted by her absence

my shining light is shining elsewhere

so in an ode to her love I write

seems cliché so I suppose I will pause

collect what thoughts I have

take some time to create order

out of habit but nonetheless

I have laundry to fold...

I wish I could have fresh laundry to put on every morning

so warm

I must sleep

it dawns on me that dawn is when I must rise

a day to dedicate thoughts into writing

my pen kept close and a pad for writing

a masterpiece I shall pen\

held to such high standards how can I fail?

in pen and on paper

I miss her so much

my Nicaraguan queen

I count down to her return

but not in haste

for time abroad is good for the soul

till tomorrow