How did I get so far away
From things important yesterday?
Ideals once bound in clarity
Now loosed into obscurity.
The path, which path is good to go?
Can you tell me?
I really don’t know.

• How could I know I would miss you so much
• When missing you was such
• An everyday thing?
• How could I know I would long for your touch,
• Perpetually so distant.
• How could I know it would be so insistent?

• At the break of mid-day,
• I reach for a hand that is no longer there;
• I strain to hear
• The soft, firmness of a voice I so seldom heard;
• To see emptiness filled by reading a word:
• A name,
• Your name,
• Yet, not even yours.

• How could I know in my fantasy
• That good bye would be
• A word so filled with reality,
• A world so full of finality
• How could I know?