When I am with you
I see only blue skies,
hear only windchimes and violins
When you are here
I worry about neither past or future,
doubting nothing
Yet
When there are mornings without you
I stare at blank ceilings or
watch TV with the sound off
When you are away
I imagine tragedy,
fearing the worst
Having the most to gain,
I have also
the most to lose.
title from Edna