So, everyone is busy but for me.
Yet I feel a contentment absolute.
Two buzzards spar across the sky.
A prelude to an early mating?
A day in hand, and what to do with it?
Before company leads me back to life.
I think I’ll spend it thinking of the year.
And counting buzzards -what could be more apt?
Each span of life that passes since you left
Brings danger, sweet conundrums, love and fear.
I find a freedom now I live alone
But would I swap it for your presence, dear?
Life is so full of questions and it’s strange
That answers do not pop up as you’d hope.
The path leads on, it’s three years now my love.
I am alone but happy in my way.
So if you’re watching, wonder,
And then, stay!