Poems: Reunion

As I'm in the middle of finishing up a novel, I sometimes get sidetracked, but in a good way. I love poetry and will eventually publish a book of poems. In the meantime, I'll have to be satisfied with writing the occasional poem that pops into my head. I found this one about a year ago scribbled inside one of my journals. I thought I'd share it this week.

 

 I was just a child when we said goodbye.
 Everyone said that it was simply fate.
 But I was much too young to understand
 Why you weren't coming home.

 As the years flew past, I missed you just the same.
 And everybody said my pain would soon abate.
 But truth is a cold comfort and time does not heal.
 So I hold my grief close and pray they do not see.

 This dark tunnel never ends, though time will still creep on.
 Grief burns a fiery cold, refusing warm and comfort.
 I walk, no, I wander, no direction to be had.
 Waiting in the darkness, for what I do not know.

 The wheel has turned, the long night ended,
 And I can see the light.
 It looks like you, it shares your warmth,
 And sings softly as it waits.

 Now I understand.
 And yes, it was our fate.
 Parted once, but reunited,
 And I have no fear.