Musings of a Mongoose - 22. Fingerprints

On nights I'm most distressed

Sometimes I dream of you

When the wind makes the windowpane shudder

And my pain shudders with it.

Like the tremble of the way you haunt me,

Thoughts of you leave fingerprints upon my soul.

Like the residue of someone once residing there

They’re hard to scrub away

And yet, I don't go seeking for what left them there

I know it's best I keep away

Lest I one day find myself seeking the comfort of your known distance

Instead of this unknown, unfathomable abyss

Which keeps you safely away from me.

I know that you are doing well;

Somehow, that thought comforts me

Even though I know I have nothing at all to do with it.

And that is what matters most

In loving you by letting go

God be with you,

'til we never meet again