Sonnet 61 – Gray Days

So many cold gray days will pass before
we find our way through this. I already
know more of missing you than I ever
wanted to learn.  Too often, I think “we”

then buckle when I find that you’re not there.
How could you be?  You have a home and a
family, an obligation to share
your days and nights with them.  You and I play

house in stolen moments, knowing that an
hour or an evening cannot be a life.
So we look for some middle way that can
ward us against the loneliness and strife

we find ourselves bound to.  There’s no need to
fear, Angel – gray days or none, I love you.