Once in a while,
I feel you withdraw
And I stand here
Alone . . .

I can stand on the cliff of my dreams
And gaze over the churning, seething, and teeming
Sea of life and humanity
Slightly dusty, rumpled and worn,
Frantically running blindly from one futile effort
To the next pointless exercise.
The longer I watch them writhe
In their self-imposed versions of Hell,
The more removed I feel.
Just when my barriers reach the point
Of breaking my heart and soul
With the weight of my loneliness and alienation
I feel her move back into my mind
Like the silent sliding, unobtrusively, into
The movie-house seat during the show.
The singularity ebbs and the comfort of
Arms holding or a commiserating sigh,
Brings me back and lifts me up.
The silver threads of love and friendship is
A spider’s web, strong and beautiful, connecting
Us all with it’s intricate interweaving and
Thrumming with the buzz of happiness.
Tears of joy and pain, like diamonds of dew
Are caught, sparkling and exquisite, to be
Shared and cherished, forever woven into the pattern.
I know I’m real, no figment of a great mind,
I’m not so sure about the rest of them;
She, alone, fills my world with an existence
Strictly her own that can remain intact
In the void of reality I sometimes create.
She is a tangible presence, concrete,
Yet delicately beautiful I her delight of life.
I carry her around with me, here, inside . . .
Only sometimes she goes away . . .

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