I learned the lesson the hard way
when she gives you a gift
take it no matter how
small
it is not
insignificant
like those from back when
she came to my desk
asking for things she didn't need
seeking to keep the
connection alive
and I foolishly always wanted more
like a birthday at
the bar
or the poems about quicksand or compassion
and now all these years later
we are connected
again
remotely, barely
a fragile hookup
I dare not question
I just let it happen
grateful for the
significance
the non-verbal clicks
that wake me up each morning
and put me to sleep at night
whether he loves me
or hates me
it does not matter
this in wire that has
each of us on each end
remotely
together
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