I look at you
Words so many dare I speak.
Return my stare,
Hear you wondering …
Worrisome concerns, burdens linger
Many the questions still unuttered
Hints of solitude do I seek?
None I say but truth be told,
Fears are mine I’ve become too old,
Though age, its distance not yet torn
plagues me, hopelessly forlorn.
Those moments when closeness none more
Beseeching you in words unspoken
Whether you, I, we will be as time before …
It’s not my fault life’s changes did befall
My body shakes, my speech stumbles,
Hard to say and for you to hear,
What hope is there to come this year?
I think back to touches when
In hours abandon,
Together we spent
Now our posture is so different
My life as is I resent.
Passionate kisses, bodies aflutter,
holding you then as mine alone,
When we were is no longer,
So many questions yet to utter.
Alan D. Busch