Gone Fishing (Poetry)

You’ve gone off fishing
and I wish that you’d stayed here
your warm flesh missing
though I sense your shadow near

My thoughts are sorry
maybe you know how I feel
too late to worry
how love made flimsy lives more real

Perhaps I’ll send you
each sad word I’ve written down
while I pretend you
linger on the edge of town

We’re so long-parted
grief has no clue to where you’ve gone
proved shallow-hearted
once need has hooked another one