Poem

Common sense and calendars insist that this world turns through dark and light with every second same, and yet, for me, the moment's still a heartbeat past a heartbeat gone, and I, who once was whole, am half: alone. My darling, since we laid your body down, I've ached to come upon my turn to come, though morning sun brought me, both miracle and mercy, your kissing within me; Angelina, when I feel you smile, I wake from dreams of never being whole, and know where heaven waits - where I will give again to you as you still turn from death to give to me. Please, God, for Angelina, give me grace to be like God when God's away from home.