The complications of missing you
Did not escape me.
I missed those conversations,
That liveliness in your eyes.
The one you now fight,
And, perhaps, do not know why.
These words, waiting to be said
And being refused, until your mind
Passes them through a needle's eye;
They will be left uncomposed,
They are made of the thinnest silks
Their ends are split and frayed.
Even our movements are punctuated
By a sadness I can't define, by a need
For me to avoid sleep at night.
But the dedication and depth of thought
That saw these actions through,
Will not be lost in meaning towards me,
Or in the expressions of my gratitude.
I will give the silences you need.
May they be filled with your gestures,
Your somethings - your nothings - find anything
And I will find something beautiful
From our acquaintance as short, or long,
As it might be.
Because you have already shown
Emotions thought no longer there
And given the world affections
And attentions undeserved.
The selfless, kind and lovely
Ask for nothing but to be embraced
In brevity.
Perhaps, you need no longer fight tiredness,
If you can take the silences you need,
And in wordless moments confess,
The reasons you are scared of your fears.
