untitled.

these familiar roads wind
in and out like my contentment,
but tracing them gives me comfort.
you always did that for me.
you still do that for me.

i silently thank you for being
what you were for me.

a hand to hold,
bearer of gentle kisses,
an ear to listen,
an example to follow.

your absences is now more palpable,
 and tonight is the first time
in a long time i feel alone.

yearning for the days
when your voice was easily accessible
hoping this feeling of solitude
escapes me soon.
fearing i cannot
entertain it too much longer.