Absent from you now
Now I wonder how
How you are to me
Me and mind together, together in feeling true
True to hold you tight
Tight as possibly can
Can the hour roll on
On to that time
Time for us to have
Have and have again
Again full body of you
You who come in
In to a fizzing yet fizzling life
Making of it a joy
Joy and celebration part
Part of all the sense
Sense my need
Need …..
Personal take
Not too difficult to fathom out the issue here. All too often in life our fires our rekindled and complications of distance or circumstance lead to what seems an unfair separation.
What is left is the thought of what one had, the experience and the knowingness had, and the desire that circumstances may permit a return to or a continuation of something which proved special.
The reflection leads to an acknowledgement and an inner awareness which might not otherwise be easily recognised. The result is a certain tenderness and freedom of spirit. Hope is in abeyance but there is no despair but a coveted sense of optimism.
Tension and impact, and need to read on, are created by the shortness of the lines, and the use of the final word repeated as the first word heightens the drama.