She's not gone. She's just away.
She came to introduce herself,
And survey the foundations,
Before she pledged a stay.

She has to "lock up shop".
She ..."left the iron on"...
The... "chicken in the oven"
"Business... to attend to"

I've known loss, but not like this.
For i've yet, to won her way.
I captured only her figure,
When her essense was on display.

Her sihlouette, indelible,
Still triumphs across the mind
Running illusions of, far and near
That draw answers of fairy kind

I choose side of possibilities,
As true as my own. Knowing not yet,
The truth that sits between her heart
And my home. Half o'mine, she now owns.

I'll reclaim her half, upon her return.
As memory serves. Whats written is actioned,
So act on what you want written,
The service remembers what you're yet to find.


© Haiych