Appearances

Even when you aren't going to be here
I sometimes think you're standing next to me.
The feeling is unutterably queer;
It's all because that's where you ought to be,
But still it's odd to constantly be sure
You're close enough to touch, and then remember
That's only where I really wish you were
Not where you are. I deeply fear September,
For then the problem will not go away:
Right now I know it will be gone quite soon
And fade into a haze of yesterday
But that is now, and now it's only June:
The coming months will take us far apart
And give me over to this type of smart.