There was everything
and it was
good.

Then the door
shut
and everything
was gone.

It was only
something.

And something never seemed
so small.

I was no longer
me
and we weren't
us.

Just two people
with
something
too little,
and so all the reason
to walk away.

We walked
and
it was done.

A phone call now and then.

.

When you're not so
obviously beautiful,
winningly charming,
stunningly rich;
when all there is
to love about you
is a subtle idiosyncrasy,
how do you
ever
walk up to someone
in a bar
and get them
to care?
Why would you
even
try?

.

Feel the hole inside you.

Fill the hole
any way you can,
with whatever
you've got.

Plug the empty space.

But nothing can
arise
without a space
to rise in.

So what might you be losing?

Substitute pleasure
might erase the
possibility
of genuine pleasure.

--Maybe the hole
is where God enters.

Maybe the pain means
you're alive

and you still have
a chance.

.

All along
you were pulling
away.

That last night,

your hand
on my leg
as we rode home--

it was a kind
gesture.

A gentle goodbye.

It's what I remember most.


.

these hopes
unmet

these needs
unfed

this being

untouched

looking for a
body
to put it
all
in

Your hair's
mussed up
and there's a
run in
your stocking.

But I can't
tell you this,
or run my
hand through
your hair.

I don't get to
touch you anymore.
I just have to
watch you walk
away.

You've been walking away
all my life.

You're walking away forever.


.

We avoid each other
best we can.

You're afraid
I'll talk
to you,
and I'm afraid
I'll say something
stupid
if I do.

It's a perfect
relationship
in stasis.

We're great apart.