I see you run across the lawn.
I snag you and the lifted weight of grief at your tail, cradling you forth to be happily cried over for your euphoric return.
I knew it! You are not gone! you were just hiding, and now, are finally found.
Albeit, when I wake, absence is the present.
'And it is and it is and it is.'
The weight of grief returns on time, wrapping me like its lost belonging, blanketing my naked skin, as the ground around me gently implodes.
I panic and struggle within the cover: O God! Where did you go?
Maybe if I had just held your squirming body tighter, I could truly hold you in the breathing day.
I’m tired. All that is now is to forever bask in the bereft of you...
But if I have seen you then, I will find you in that place again.
I then know, All I love is one.
One Being, morphing, and pouring itself into new keepsakes, sharing the same closing, but an eternal fountain nonetheless.
You are not gone.
You never could be.
Because you are safe, hiding in a softer place,
hard to find, but easy to be.
I used to wail to the Universal for something to love,
for something to love back.
I am tremendously overflowing with it all.