Love is not always an action word.

I sit in wait.
Maybe I never really knew you.
When you thought you were getting to know me.
Maybe all the hours spent in your red convertible
gliding along 95 were meaningless.

Although I know this not true; but this is how I feel.
My heart does not hurt.
I do not lie in want any longer.

I wake to a brighter morning,
I find more peace in sunlight than I ever used to be able to.
I pray for us both.

Though I miss knowing you, and what you are doing, or why you are doing it,
I know that it is simply my love for you that will never die.

And what I remember most are the cozy nights at bedtime, and that how
we would stare at each other into those long summer nights.

And that is why I can rest peacefully.
I hope you are safe, wherever you are.