Real

Spoken about,
more than once.
A joke,
something we
merely swept under the rug,
until now.
Real,
it has become real.
Not just a thought,
but a matter of time,
gone,
away,
not close enough to touch.
Not easily forgotten.
Memories,
have been created,
will still exist,
penetrating my mind.
Missed,
truly missed,
goodbye,
but not forever.
Love.