For C.R.R.

Like a calf
strayed from
its mother,
like an apple
rolled from its
tree.
Like a conch shell
alone on the ocean’s
floor,
I am abandoned,
without you with
me.
The state of loneliness
can never be mocked,
nor can it be endured.
Especially when feelings
have grown so real,
and love has so deeply
matured.
Here is one from the heart,
soft and sensitive,
like they say I never write…
because now I see, past
my lonely, dark soul,
your face in golden
light.