Some Day

Pine after pine winding down.
Driving then walking.
How tall they are.
Some of them with broken limbs.
My Love runs ahead.
I catch her by a brook.
Her hands quiver in the water.
The sun glares.
I turn my back.
“Where are you?”
“Over here!”
But she’s not.
I know she’s not and sit on a log.
A frog stares.
I throw a stone.
It’s gone
She’s gone.
I lie back.
The bank blurs.
A deer crosses.
“Will you marry me?”
“Of course!”
Why can’t I lose it?
Why can’t the invisible appear and disappear
without pain.
So much of her is all over.
Over and over.