Sonnet 45 – Time To Time

Time to time, I find myself missing you.
I wonder where you are and if you think
of me. Do your arms ever feel as though
they can never be filled without me? Thank

God and Gaia that you loved me and that
you love me still, if absently. It’s in
the margins that we’re marked. To know just what
your hand feels like stroking my cheek; to win

a wink or your kiss; to watch you crinkle your
nose in joy – these things brand me yours alone.
I’ve felt how you love me, how the fierce fire
of you reaches out to me, calls me home.

Time to time’s more frequent than now and then.
And, time to time, I hope we’re one again.