Sometimes, I miss him so.

Tired and lonely, I feel my past calling,
Your voice from a distance all too near.
I remember a place that time has not yet hidden from me,
And dread a future that holds you in another's arms.

I am so tired I can barely see. This is when the dread and the fear and the uncertainty claim me for their own and do with me what they will. I have one incredible advantage. I know how much stronger I am than this. I am ready to fight. Time will give me distance. Time will give me strength.