It scares me

that sometimes

I can do nothing.

Unable to move closer...

There remains empty

and because of that,

here is no different.

It frightens me

for sometimes

I become nothing.

Unable to hold, to grasp

And embraces become space

Kisses touch air.

Sometimes I fear

that I can give nothing

undeserving and not enough.

But always,

there is love for you.

Always, I try for you.

I'll be.

January 2001