Each morning waking
you are less and less
in my first thought
and shame is passing
into just embarrassment
and simple pain.
Yet still my eye–
with each flicker of a glance
of what I saw you in
that passes in the road
or on the screen
or in a passing thought–
still shies away,
seeks haven in any other thing.
But there are so few
that have not you
within them for me:
You were that important.
No. Not you.
It was that important
that you were there.
I write it now, revealing
in this space where you
will never come
will never see or know:
I would not share this now with you
no matter how for me I wish you knew
because I still believe
that where you are,
you wander still lost
in a greater pain than mine.
April 27, 2011
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 