How Long and How Far?
Once more he will scribe,
With paper and pen,
And wonder somehow,
Can hearts ever mend?
Beseeching him still,
Through letters unsent,
Longing this time,
This man might relent;
Fractured hearts surely heal
Though bearing grief’s scar,
His lost one wonders
How long and how far?
How can it be,
This interminable breach,
Some lesson to learn,
Or one he should teach?
Is he some serpent
From the deepest of hell
To only be feared?
There’s no he can tell.
Or does wretched grief,
So fill him with sorrow,
He can never return,
No grace even borrow?
Does he in rage
Seek only heartbreak?
How long will it last,
What steps should he take?
Is this written in ink,
To never erase,
Though longing to wash,
The pain from his face?
Forgiveness he’s asked,
No tales will he write.
Restoration he seeks,
No vengeance to strike.
Should he just leave,
In kindness not seek,
The bridge of return,
In quiet, not speak?
Or keep pledges made
To pursue as his fate ,
Or now abandon
And love demonstrate?
And long for his laugh,
His mind’s razor wit,
He’ll wait a bit more,
And labor to sit.
Hope springs eternal,
The wise men might say,
And if it’s still true,
He might come back one day.
Now there’s but silence,
Where once there was joy,
He’s longing for peace,
The man for his boy.
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