One Poem, One Building

You request no report of your absence,

    nor how it has altered my days:

how your leaving has left me in shadow,

    clouding my weather of ways.

Stumbling, I reel in your presence --

    thickening, my tongue, as with fear.

I mumble my thoughts in confusion,

    in the words that I wish you might hear:

laughing while telling my longing

    to temper the full of its freight,

and craving the kiss of your blessing

    for which I unbearably wait.

Coming apart caught my heart out,

    a jewelry snagged on your sleeve

and pulled back to the place where we started:

    that interminable scene where you leave.

                                        3/7/90