Suddenly I feel
sweetly tender
toward that man who broke my
heart
he who is heading away from
me
feverishly driving east.
here I sit, with my empty
arms
my heart reaching across the
miles
so my chest feels rather
empty too.
Still, be still and quiet
breathe and feel the
presence of The Beloved
The Beloved carries me with
soft wings
I fly to him, lighter than
air
I nestle under his
ear by his neck
he expands to meet me
and there’s a fast, upward
rush in my heart
and here I sit, with full
heart, full feeling.
Still, be still, don't fight
it, let it flow here.
He drives, he drives.
He's weary with it
but he nears his
destination.
he loves me, in his way, I
know it
but I let him go without a
word
I
think he wanted it that way.
