"For Lauren"

The heist of sadness comes in a single act,

From one who is, but isn't always.

A hand in the dark.

True.

Love.

The purest in form,

Unmatched in beauty of countenance.

A furtherance of loyalty, a never neglected pact.

Although apart in physical presence: a body away from mind,

Never to leave a distance unshortened.

Though space may interfere,

None triumph.

In time,

When a greeting sounds,

Embrace surrounded with silent breaths,

With whispered affection all previous paths are left behind.