There are these times of the year
that hunt and haunt my soul.
If I am undistracted – unaccompanied
then I become unexpectedly – unnerved.
Whispers on the breeze I cannot hear
catchlights in eyes I cannot see
memories of you I can no longer feel.
You are only 10 miles away
out of my life –
but no distance away
© Katypoetess 2015