i find that i am no longer looking for you 

everywhere i go.

i have gotten used to the quiet solitude of

praying without your voice in sync with mine.

 and that special dialect of your tongue,

is foreign once again.

It feels like it is all behind me now, 

in the past.

that stabbing pain of missing,

has numbed,

not totally gone and forgotten…

but numb.

i didn’t think these days would come,

But here we are, 

with miles and months

stretching between us….

i can look back and see things differently.

Closeness does that sometimes,

doesn’t it? 

It blurs the view and

makes one see things

that were never really there.