Connecting back to you,
connecting through fears
and tears and all that
holds back the touch,
and keeps me at odds with
the way you are, the way
you have always been.
Connecting back to the human
dissolved in our history, the
mystery of what is wrong
and what keeps us apart
from the heart of what it is
that brought us together long ago.
Connecting the threads that once
were the cloth of our desire
and wrapped our bodies in a shroud,
in the cloud that floated high
but now descends, weighs low in
the fears with the years that stretched
and bent the two of us out of shape.
a moment, a time.
a renewal that does
not seem true, does
not feel like us at all.
Connecting back to you—
afraid, uncertain, and knowing
that all could tear in the thin
cloth of our despair—back to you,
back to the tensions, to the imperfections,
but what else am I to do, for here
we are in front of us too scared
to say goodbye, to afraid to say hello.