THE GIFT

Your presence 

is a gift and a luxury

such a compliment 

to my days

like a cool breeze

during a July noon.

When I'm apart from you

such luxuries are unattainable

and my heart longs

my spirit weeps.

But things are not 

always as they seem.

They aren't always 

what they appear to be.

For though I can't see you,

I feel you.

You are always with me.

I carry with me your love.