Sometimes I think about a cabin in the woods
In the woods on a mountain
A mountain with snows and sunsets
Sunsets where birds silhouette the sky
Where birds silhouette the sky and sing songs of lovers
Songs of lovers and other such things
Such things I would sit and listen to
Listen to the sounds of the seasons
The seasons pass away and her car pulls up the drive
Her car pulls up the drive and I haven’t seen her but once this year
But once this year and I miss her and long for her
Long for her like water.
I know not what she’s done for the year
Jobs and mission and love.
I know not who she’s slept with
Cherished and loved.
I know the sound of her voice,
The frame of her body,
I know what she likes,
What she loves,
I know how to make her happy
And laugh tears of joy.
I know how to whisper secrets
And carve our initials in trees.
She says it’s time for her to go again.
She says she doesn’t know how long she’ll be gone.
I kiss her cheek.
I’ll miss her,
But it makes the time more sweet.