the time between presence and absence

the kindest words he ever did speak
sweet lovers promise of love to seek
his attempts to make me and mild
to cradle my heart, for him so fragile
at times I feel, is this a dream?
lies that only fantasy can weave?
his absence confirms this heavy fear
growing hesitation that vents through a tear
but soon again the vacancy is filled
distance disappears as fate as willed
and lays the softest warmest touch
sweet lovers presence that promises so much---