Traveling away from what i hold dear,
hurts the heart and images reappear.
Visions of more than just the memories –
the smile, the hair, in the day’s cool breeze.
Imagination runs wild with the top down,
happiness and contempt beginning to drown.
I need to stay, remain still and go nowhere;
or else i will face insumountable despair.
I know the answer - but the prayer is this:
When i return - I will rejoice with a long kiss.