Yet forever still

In the far distance
Into the near yearning
Of me
There is a face
No voice, no touch, no softness
Yet forever still
A face
That haunts me
With hello
And she remains
After the dark embers have burned
After the night on the town
Has come and gone
One simple
Beautiful, face
Reminding me
Of the cradle, and the mantle
With pitcures of love
And children playing across the rug
As if they were my own
This is how I love her