Too Long Away

He tried to remember her face.

The angular features and

the stunning beauty

that captivated him,

were just a memory.

He wanted to remember her smell,

the touch of dark hair,

the line of her nose.

He caressed her image

in his mental gymnasium.

He remembered only his vision of her.

She was too long away

from him,

too far removed

from being with him.

He pretended that he was a court magician.

Merlin-like,

he conjured a likeness

for the Court

of make-believe.

She wore a flowing scarf.

Silk and lace

covered her,

and her voice,

lilting and lyrical,

captured the conscience of a King.

Did she feel the pain of absence,

or was she

too long away

to remember him?

The minutes are longer now.

The hours are days.

The days are weeks.

If time were relative,

His clock sped along

above the speed limit.

He wanted time to stop.

He wanted a moment of love

in a lifetime of hoping.

For such a moment,

he would make her a Queen. Rickthinkingtwo