SSSigh…!

Come in, come in,
Look down into the abyss of my inkwell
See for yourself what you did

October already
I wish I could see you
So that you will see
That I am not this dramatic

Does it happen to you? Lateral movements digging deeper, seizing, arresting, creating heart attacks.

So bright you are You said Too bright for me So sharp you are You said Too sharp for me So much love I have You said Too afraid to say how much Too much to speak in words Staying back You shine Like those vitreous...

And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.

Your baby, standing on her tiny wobbly legs, Staring at you, her fingers joyfully in her mouth I am like that, when it comes to you. Who are you, then? I’ve heard it said That there is a phase women go through...