time's passed
                  and time's past
                  for Her
                  for me...
                  the same
                  yesterday
                  tomorrow
                  last week
                  next month

                  thoughts of times passed away with You
                  new days dawning
                  eyes growing weary, from looking into the sun
                  in darkness i write
                  words skewed; letters jumbled on blank pages

                  as Poe's Lenore,
                  Sophronia returns to my thoughts
                  never away, but where?

                  .....Dustin Michael Baer