these two days

These two
day
s
away
from you
are too
hard
,
somewhere
between
heartache and death
,
somewhere
in the middle of
loss and grief
,
still
well-seated
in love and devotion.

I will
not say
I remember your face—
that word
cannot describe
my recollection—
as if you are near
and I can hear
your thrilling laugh
,
clasp your hand
,
stroke your fingers
,
to linger longer with you.

The recollection
of your wise words
of trust
are just
enough
for me
to flap
and fly
,
wings on the air
,
touching the air
that seems not there
,
absent
,
but--That hand!--
like an unboxed sky
holds mine

Fly
tomorrow

and two days past




--These Two Days
a poem by Troy Cady