stolid

though miles
and miles away,
i lean upon you still.
rest my soul
upon your words
as once
my head upon your chest.
in these,
my stolid, stuttering days
when head nor tails
of the world can make -
your solid uttering
murmured softly
in my ear
reminds me,
whether far or near,
comfort and kindness,
held most dear,
distance cannot sully.
and loneliness,
like all things,
is only temporary.