At first I thought they might hold me just for the weekend.
Then I heard a rumor it was for ten days. But the tenth day
has already come and gone. I've heard nothing of my release.
Now I cannot tell if it will be 30 days, or two years, or
some other, random length of time. This is the first time
I have seriously considered, that I might not be released
before you have departed this place. So
please forgive me if today's poetry reflects a dark mood. Maybe
you should not even read it, for it could only make you sad.
Today I am missing you more than ever.
S e p a r a t i o n
I could handle the imprisonment,|
the disgrace, the shame,
the disruption of my plans.
I could withstand these and overcome them
with strength, with peace of mind.
What saddens me most;
no, what rips at my heart;
the most severe injustice of all...
...is that my days with you
are being stolen away
one after another,
and I am powerless to change
this appalling course of events.
That fact I cannot bear.
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