Poem of the Month: November messages

to M with love

at such distance

to sense that space

missing

there is a lingering sense

something just beyond reach

i have forgotten how to be without you

the struggle is more about feeling the crisis,

the misplaced energy,

the grasping that must surely find a foothold soon

we all struggle to find place

we all look outward when perhaps the place to look

is in

in to the dark, cobweb filled recess

where we put something long ago

something taken for granted

something that seemed insignificant at the time

something that makes our truth real

but is hard to accomplish

it requires our blood, so much determination

so much time, often

blinders to anything else

while I sit among reaching arms

and you resist kind meaning suggestions

it seems it was easier to dream this big dream

way back when

than to make it reality now

back on a bench in a small town

holding your hand

before we knew what we were

before birthday songs, confessions and births

but now is where we are

and i am grateful for each lesson

learned together or apart

part of us will always be sitting on that bench

and that simple joy gives me solace still