the nearness of you

I wrote this nearly ten years ago.
I could not feel more opposite, now, than I did at the time.

*

the nights I sleep best

are the nights that

he does not

sleep beside me

are the nights

when I,

alone in my darkness,

have nothing to lean against

nothing to touch

no scent to inhale

or lips to seek

They are the nights when

I

all by myself

find peace

Oct 16, 2002