Step Stone's Reversal Poem by Ricky Antunes

Have I ever experienced
Such pain in constant
As long as the night's
Albeit shortest as the day
Are longer with you gone

It all started long ago
Your presence missing
But in longing thought
It all began in wait

The memory's glances
Upon an hour glass
Of time Fore naught

I must think of the times
I must reflect upon
Short in passing thought
Reaches back to stair
In befuddlment

In pressing matters
Sorrowful without you
As ephemeral as the daze
In glance to hold you near
To explain to you
What your words meant
In gesture albeit sincere

Forward until the morrow
Upon a Mother's day hence
The memories glance
As skipping stone back
in reverse Into my hands