Gathering it up
Like a half forgotten
Knitting project,
Tangled, caught up -
How do I untangle,
Smooth out.
Put into words,
What you have meant?
What there is to say?
Set it adrift
In the space
Empty of contact,
I put it to one side
Too difficult to
Unravel and release.
Short of words,
I turn aside
Tucking the bundle away.
Sending my love
It circles and hovers
Tentatively but finds
Nowhere to roost.
A stripling offered
Waits in the air
But is not taken.
Cursory words offered,
What else
Would be said?
A brief exchange
Of uttered sentiment
Appropriate,
Shows a gap
Green growth
Cannot span.
The fresh words
Will fade
Forgotten.
Sending my love
It will not
Bring you closer
A meeting sooner
But then is rekindled
A fleeting moment
Added to the story
You mattered once
You matter now,
Though different.
In these new times
You are still a piece
Of the me I've built.
Not a careful construction
But a throwing together
And you stuck.
And so I am
Sending my love
Back to you.