She is an inevitability,
something forever there.


Unattainable,

Unsurpassable,

Perfection at a distance.


Much like a horizon,
both before and behind me.
Past and future,
but never present.

Something beautified at sunrise,
and still a marvel in moonlight.


Once  she was 
an infinite presence, 
in every breath, dream, and thought.

A place she still is,
but irredeemably so.


I exist in a new presence,
new and eternal,


But Promises lay in horizons
both before
and behind me;

Which I honor,
because if not there would never
be truth behind those words again



So to you,
my horizon past and future,

I still do, 


and always will.