A Temporary Farewell (But Don't You Cry!)

When dudes die,
And tell their spirits "bye,"
Some people are sad,
And always ask "Why?"

Cry on the inside (if you must),
But don't shed a tear or sob,
'Cause we don't need to tell how we feel
To the everyday slob.

As the world spins, we deal with life,
And figure out what it all means,
But don't blame the universe for all the problems,
'Cause the universe is innocent, it seems.

Love that's halfway to the moon's not so bright
When the spirit can't tell what's going on with its mate,
Especially when that mate's been gone
And the spirit's left eating from a solitary plate.

But, we have a love that's purer than gold,
So fine, we can scarecly reckon it,
And when problems get worse,
Though we can't sense it, we beckon it.

The two spirts, mates and united,
Are separated by distance, a chore,
A chasm, but also a bridge,
And travelling that connection's not a bore.

So, two spirits, connected,
Connected at the waist,
While the two bodies attached, though feeling the other's pull,
Are differently placed.

But where the two spirits unite,
No matter where you or I go,
The other spirit feel longing
And, when it comes home, the spirit will know.

So, though I'm gone these long times,
And I'm away from you with no lack,
Be sure to know that the circle our spirits make
Will always bring me back.

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Though I sit at work alone,
I long for the time I may come home. :)