Sunday, July 29, 2012

a feeling of distance

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why so distant my dear
 i sit down and you stand up
with your eyes fixed outside the window
looking beyond the black
crows that perch in our fountain

why so quiet, my dear
i pour the tea, and you take your cup
and let its contents flow in a single red stream
(steaming) into the black rubber sleeve
of the garbage disposal

why so still, my dear?
 i walk on and you remain
your feet fixed as firmly as Daphne's roots
 you caress the green needles of the pine
 they fall (extinguished) at your touch.


  1. I'm near tears for this sad and dying relationship....beautifully written

  2. A lifelong companion does not leave but stays to both comfort and sadden us with their passing. This is so beautifully written.

  3. Beautifully and hauntingly written Abigail..reminds me that i have missed your delicately powerful words..perhaps people leave us in many reaching out we may too become unreachable..blind to what is at our table..jae