Thank you to the Bag Lady for the challenge.
The shortest walks can be the longest
when absence wounds and steals,
I faced my fear
and walked our walk alone,
the rain kissed softly.
just the right sort of melancholy,
and for a time I was abstracting puddles
and feeling my way,
till I noticed the light of your love,
a prismatic embrace,
reaching down to me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon