A Short Longing

This longing for you
now that you’ve gone
How could you leave
if you were never here?

Who say they see you
but not who you are
That you told the truth
slant, a shooting star

Mind full and empty
nest, eggs all hatched
That was some big bash
will you bring it all back?

One of those dudes wears
his phone on his belt
and at the ring tone
plays a game of solitaire

I gather you hunt
with sticks that point
your walkabouts
and stones from my basket

We are not lost who walk
away along this ancient
path and in words relay
He lives in these woods

Thanks for the shoes
and tools, let me see
your hands again
leathered skin sewn

Take this longing
from me and give
it back to him
where it belongs