have you ever picked up the phone
or placed your hand over the receiver
waiting in that pause
Pause/click:
yours was a presence
it had been there
on the end
but
after the box arrived
with every item, every card
every gift sent
with what had been my love
i finally unwrapped
you
return to sender-
this is not Elvis singing hopefulness
love's spurned songs
this is an immature man's idea
of spirituality
my inner eye turned
slashed photographs in my mind
and I wished him
away
away
away damn spot
and my true
heart
healed
by people who know
where my Northern light is
Adding your comment:
Sighhh...How could anyone miss it??? Its brilliance is so profound, I can see it from across the big pond, my Friend. Beautifully, sorrowfully, soulfully penned. 
