Knowing

Knowing

You entered a different time zone,
This is without question.
Different everything. You "slipped the veil,”
Yes, but not over you. Over me.

You left behind a lot, agreed.
But went toward so much, I think.
You, the knight riding on, and I
Lingering, afraid of the night…

Sometimes wonder if you will return,
Knowing you won’t.
Wondering is different than knowing.
It’s the knowing, hurts.

I guess if I could only be assured
That you think of me now, as I do, of you,
Peace would ease me, on my pillow.
In the silence, I feel slighted.

Does moonlight even fall where you are?
I ask because it was you who died,
Leaving me alive, covered in hell.
It’s the knowing, hurts.

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