Respite from Absence

A respite from
45, 100, 500 seconds,
751,680 minutes,
12,528 hours,
And now, for now
Bereft in the taking of leave
From her
Driving the miles
To the place called home
That is not one
Since she is not there
As the miles stretch out
Adding one to another
The hole within me forms
Widens, deepens
The place only she can fill
And know
I will hurry
Each minute and month on its way
Blessing each in its passing
Taking comfort in the moments
When days come that she can fill the part missing
A relief from being bereaved
In the absence of the home she is
Until the final day of five hundred twenty-two
Has been blessed in its passing
And I will be home forever.

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