Whatnot Lost Friend

Seven full moons have lit my new path, since the day I held you close for the very last time.

My heart now floats and my lungs sing; I've taken a road trip in the greening of spring. I make love in a cottage and eat pancakes once a week. It’s true, I am happier than I thought I could be.

But... this foreign object refuses to leave. It took months to swallow past the knot in my throat, now it's stubbornly lodged in my gut.

My head’s in the clear, my heart’s got wings, but I miss you all the same, you were someone to me.

I wish we could meet at the bar down the street, where the dress code is light and we toast not with water, but with the heart.