a part of me withers
I can’t describe this feeling
words are too revealing
and I would never burden you
with them
nor start the preface
why give way to persuasion
this is not the occasion

I bid you joy in your travels
a safe, secure arrival
the loon and the lake
the stars and trees
when you look up at
the full moon in its black drop cloth
think of me
I will be thinking of you
that’s enough
for now
I’ll hold on
to this thought