Edge
I feel you slipping away
sure as day will rise
sure as moon peers down
I feel your leaving
the imminent exit
of you
from my life.
The hestitancy,
lack of communication
all that which has been
left unsaid, undone
the knack you have for
a talk with all those
women in your life,
except for me...
The silence rings
so very loud...
I shall not beg or plead
for you to stay
to bring back the love
you had once professed
all the beautiful words
and reassurances
which have proven
to be untrue...
For what goodness is there
in your staying
if it is not
what you desire?
And so I am left
on the precarious edge
of an abyss -
I can fall in
and embrace this sorrow
this never yielding
chasm of hurt and tears
Or step back,
turn around
and leave you...
My choice unmade,
I waver...
k.e.cline, 9/16/99