For Another

blue fronted fences,
and roads that rise over bridges over railways,
the cars and the traffic,
homeward bound hours are electric,
your familiar language and funny spellings,
air placing tones that forever nudge at locations,
and colourful faces, blossoms' vocal discretions,
29 years and we can't be separated,
but I've shirked and turned away my daily gaze,
abstained from your lessons and your ways to be,
disassembled that being,
for another