15/9/16 A poem of love to a close one who no longer wishes to be close
I can see you,
sitting in your thinking chair,
your legs folded beneath you,
coffee in hand,
a pensive look painted on your face.
I can hear your circular thoughts,
swirling faster, ever faster,
down, down, down...
as you miss me
and miss the freedom to be you.
I felt the love of your hand,
as you felt the love of mine.
I felt the love in your smile
and the light in your eyes
as they met mine and saw home.
I feel your fear of loneliness
and hunger eternal,
I can feel your squirming, writhing soul,
desperate to be rid of itself,
desperate for an out.
I can take your punches, Kindred.
I can take your rage and your rejection, Kindred.
I can take your fear and your distress, Kindred.
I can take it all, Kindred.
Nothing is over.