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.

3 comments:

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

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

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

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