an english (or shakespearian) sonnet for hl

i just can’t wrap my head around the fact
you’re leaving. gone. for bad. for 1 whole year.
for months i’ll think of what this goodbye lacked
i’ll want it back―i’ll want you back, my dear
there’s never time, nor strength. for all my words
so hug, hug tight, hug long, and talk in ’10
till then it’s skype, and everything’s the LORD’s
to Him i dedicate my pad and pen
since He directs this 12-month play on stage
and we, in love, must still obey His Word
which we must trust before He’ll turn the page
to show it’s not just “us” we love the LORD.
the steps that bring us here are difficult,
but heidi, precious, trust. our love will float.