I hadn’t noticed it before
but now I do; this space between us
may be tiny – but it’s grown and it’s definitely there.
I reached out for your hand some days ago – do you remember? –
and found (to my surprise) my fingers floundering alone;
no touch of you to anchor me
or draw me in. I panicked – reached again for you –
and there you were; a stalwart presence standing with me –
this other thought a tiny niggle – easily forgotten –
until it’s done again.
Yes! Excellent!
Thank you!
Ouch.
So poignant, and I love the way you see it, express the awareness of this repeated pain.
Thank you! I wanted the voice in the poem to be a little breathy – ingenuous – and to only be in the early stages of seeing this incipient neglect – whereas the reader of the poem sees what is happening and knows, in the final line, that this is going to happen again and get worse…
I know.we parted over something?i cant recall the details.but found your lovely poems after hearing you on radio today.would u like to meet again and how life has been and where we are at now? I will understand if you don’t.mary