I Will

I will curse the gulf that ever widens.
I will crave the scent that no longer lingers.
I will mourn the touch that no longer penetrates.
I will listen in vain for the notes of a song no longer sung.

I will scan the horizon,
And every inch of the soil,
For the faded colors,
The deteriorating imprint of footsteps,
The barest trace,
The tiniest sign.

I will.