He is No Longer Where I Am

He is no longer where I am, and I guess I placed him there;
He's mocking me with the little pains that stripped our love so bare.
He hasn't been here in quite a while, and I marvel upon where he went;
I packed him up in my basket case, and who knows where he was sent?

He dances no longer throughout the Gardens of My Every Whim, and so
This burden of loss creates death in me, like a brunch with pitiless foes.
Rejoicing in his merriment while blowing off the steam, I see,
The once fulfilling hopes and plans turn into a thoughtful daydream.

He walks tall without our hands embraced, content in this obvious spacing;
Does he think I just don't discern the irony, distractions, the knowing?
His laughter, once a sought out jewel, is now a mockery of my discontent,
Like Finding a thoroughfare during his brave husband plight
To the edge of sanity, where his evil wife sits.

Tis true, he's no longer where I am, and no longer wants to be there with me;
And foreboding ideas that my life will now end give rise love's responsibility.
He no longer shares this place of blame, either, and shuns me as a plagued nun.
Together we plowed through the storms of life, but navigation's too difficult for one.

Still, he is no longer where I am, and so we journey our separate roads home.
Is it fit for the Lord to accept me in mine, and will he be okay here alone?
Even so, for him, I would still walk through vast, arcane pits in Satan's lair-
Though I fear, upon learning where it was that I went,
He won't bother to come for me there.

by Jeanne Sparks-Carreker, for Abby