Memo to My Darling #2
miss you, sweeting,
feel quite abandoned,
feel dismissed and like the little child
tugging on coattails.
will restrain myself from
begging, whining, pleading;
will suffer sadly, sweetly,
images I wish to relay and can’t.
I want to please you, know you,
take you, see you, breathe you;
find out what you ate today
and whether you caught a cold;
self-consciousness is claiming me
more brutally than ever,
I wonder if you’re testing me;
but I’m not brave enough to ask, yet;
I will go instead across the landscape
to roll lonely into empty beds
and wish they were your mind.
