Dayterrors

There are unspoken rules that, when they're broken
By happenstance or even by intent
You wish that they would somehow become spoken
So you could ask somebody what they meant.
Then there are others whose true meaning's known,
That are so deep you can't misunderstand;
Whose value is not lodged in you alone
But in the life you live, the world at hand
And everything you are. One of this kind,
At least I believed that it should be
Within the dark recesses of my mind
Is that my love should always be with me
While I was here. Alas, it is not so
Though I accept that work calls her to go.