it is hard to bid adieu

hard to avow your absence

hard even to live the life with this bruising aloneness

with a reluctant heart,

with a sored psyche,

with an aching love,

                  mortality being vexed,

      like a melancholy in my soul's vestibule

        this is tribulating!

 but your truancy,being the foremost closeness to my heart,

 your enduring reality in me,

 is making you endless,

 more worthy, making me alive.