supine thoughts

Six Feet

To walk without you by my side was hard to comprehend,

For I had never gone so long before without my dearest friend.

But when the storm had lifted, to see your smiling face,

restored a sweet normality that cannot be replaced.

I grew to hate the distance still, a sensible six feet,

Without your hand I felt my own was surely incomplete.

Now I crave the distanced walks we took along the bowling green,

where we'd plan our next adventure, all the things we hadn't seen.

To see your smile again, I'd stand a thousand feet away, 

But six above, I'm setting down a lily white bouquet.