beneath my fingertips your skin
covering a tangled web of heart strings
like a hide I want to know the sinews deep inside
what makes us human and causes us to reach out to someone
to assuage loneliness to create love to be with
next day a part of you flows from me as I relax
things are not easy between us. Really irrational that in old age,
I would seek
a lover and be satisfied with loving,
quiet conversation, soup and a garden.
and yet, I am.
my heart beats and my brain thrums
I want more
more than he may have to give
more than he may want to give
I am southern; he desires to go north
both make perfect sense
for being strangers, how can we not be better
served by being nearer family?
He came to me and went away and came again.
Waiting is not my strong suit. He is slow to these things
he says. And, in the meantime, we could make decisions casting
us even farther from each other. I will wait because the ashes have him
and hoping he will be able to rise once more to me.