and I am here.
Distance has no hold on love.
I cannot be a twisted laurel
to cast aside as you see fit.
I am a man, and as such,
I hold feelings real and bound
in flesh and bone.
They will not stop because you
say to end them.
Follow me to when we met
and the joy of that,
the pleasure of the finding.
Did we not wander far afield
before any decision?
We did agree to love
one another and all the
differences that came
with that union.
The surprise of that.
And now you have left,
saying you can but handle
the steps of your life
and not the love that we share,
treat as old skin.
I will skirt this pit with anger
that you could meet me with
such a disaster coolly,
and with distance, call farewell,
as if nothing transpired.
I fold myself to an understanding
that you have gone, but I
will learn from this tragedy,
and not again fly so freely
into love's arms.
I wish you gladness in your days,
and peace at night. I will
not have such, but that is as
may be the eroding touch
of time will heal.
Still I wish to gather crumbling
grains and build a friendship.
If I never see your face, there can
be a junction of well met,
but it is as you say.
I can but say of my feelings
and have no control of
your treatment. I wish for
kindness and receive no answer,
no shadow whispers.
Come to me in the nights,
and we will talk of nothings,
and be rich in the exchange,
for friendship is hard bought,
not lightly cast aside.
� 2000 DPMcClellan
