Friend,

Forgive my silence, my absence,

A famine has swept over me leaving want of emotion.

It is not that I have not longed to tell you of my thoughts,

To hear your voice

I cannot tell you of the path I travel on for I do not know myself.

Hear me, know that I carry you always near, though the silence is deafening

Do not wait near the shore for my return

Constantly keeping watching

For this weary traveler knows not of the voyage home.

Keep me safe in your bosom; let not my memory fade beneath the tides

I will return when all is well

For now know that I carry you always near

It will be jubilant when again we meet

For now, until that day, I bid Adieu.

By ~Cheyenne E. Mitchell

I hope this short poem finds you well, until next time I bid you a fond Adieu,

Cheyenne Mitchell