Gone

Miles won't come between us

you're gone 

but not forgotten.

Forgotten are the days giggling, 

playing, 

telling secrets.

Can I tell you one now?

I was forgotten a few times,

quickly not gradually,

out of sight out of mind.

Like a passing car on the highway 

or a bird in flight overhead.

When will you be back?

Call when you're coming.

We'd love to see you.

But no one journeys here.

No one really wants to know.

It hurts to leave,

to say goodbye...

at fourteen

at twenty-two

at forty-one.

The sun still rises and

sets.

Days come and 

go.

Months and years pass by

and life goes on,

with or without 

you.