I ache.

 

I watch each day as you

Slip further and further from me.

There’s nothing I can do but

   watch.

 

Greetings of strained smiles;

Parting with sorry eyes.

Phone calls diminish to nothing.

There aren’t any words

   left.

 

The cold hand of reason pushes gently

But firmly between us.

The hollow shell that is my body

Cries for you

   anyway.

 

I watch each day as you

Slip further and further from me.

I need to let go.

I can’t.

 

             I ache.

 

February 8, 1989