As time goes by, the anguish shall abate.
To double back my trail, to hide, to wait
for an unwelcome love to go away.
Long distances can quench the wanderlust,
but lust of wonder. Wonder is a must,
but lust is never worth its outlay.
I call upon you both, time and space,
to help the escapee, summon the ghost
of common sense, the coldest and the most
atrocious words to flee from love's embrace.
My dear poems, stories and essays,
forgive the poet: he was too engrossed
in wonder to remember Robert Frost
who said: "The muse is cold, when hearts ablaze".