I Think of You Often

I sit so far and think of you there, both so close and yet not near.

My soul is battered, beat and tattered, the roller coaster has taken it's toll, but nothing can compare to what you have endured.

My being cries out to you, I know it is heard, and you tell me it is true but I dont want to hear.

I think of you often so near but yet so far, I think of the times that have come and gone, would that they not be done.

What happened to our dreams and things, those we spoke of and those that remained buried to wait their time.

We finished some plans and left a lot untouched, but I know we soared,

reached, ducked and, dodged some to make our grade!

I often sit and think of you so close and yet so far, but I  can reach out  and touch the essence of you, and I find you right here, right here beside me, all the same!

T. Condon Sept.'97 (Rev. Oct. 2007)