Events of this past week have kept me from the drawing board, but today I return to work. For the moment, though . . . dwell upon these words from poet Nicholas Gordon, found on line, but ringing so true of the place where my heart has been this week . . .
'How often when two people fall in love,
One of them is forced to move away?
We can't convince our hearts that they must move;
In people love doesn't work that way.' . . .
'Love will shadow everything I do.
Missing you my heart will be marooned.
In time of course my feelings will adjust;
Such pain cannot forever be sustained.' . . .
'Oh but I will miss you dearly!
Until Hell ends, I will be existing . . . .