Until Faith Returns

I spend my days
With every fiber straining
To hear the sound of
Your voice or catch
The slightest hint
Of your nearness

When darkness arrives
I wrestle through the night
With demons and angels—
Or is that you?
I am never quite sure

In this season of doubt
I am certain of very little,
Only that life without you
Is anything
But meaningful



April 2010 Poem-A-Day Challenge
Prompt #7:  Title = "Until ____"