REACHING

I reach across my pillow and

Come up with air I inhale it

And there is still the fragrance

Of you, but you have been gone

For longer than I wish to remember

A simple conversation broke us in

Two and I wonder how it happened.

You wanted to converse and even

Said or asked why we couldn’t do

This more often. I cannot sit down

At an appointed time and begin a

Communication about something or

Anything. With me it is spontaneous,

Either there or not and I am not going

To fake it, just like I wouldn’t lift my

Cane to stop traffic a half block away

When I only had a few more steps to

Take. Life is too full of phony baloney

And when faced with it I would rather

Be in another stratosphere where

Perversion does not exist. Why, I wonder,

Is retaliation so important to you. Can’t

You practice quietness for just a little while

As the world continues to rotate and many

Things will happen that you have no control

Over. You pretend too much, and when I

Grabbed a handful of air it was hot, and in

Actuallity the essence of you, I am sorry to

Say. You need to control and to be one up

On your adversaries. Your ideas come from

Perverts who tell you what they are going to

Get on their twentieth anniversary. Only her

Flippant remark came to nothing as the

Marriage came to an end, and so did her money

As he picked her clean before dropping her like

You would a cheap suit at Goodwill. That’s it.

If you want to talk, drop me a line. If not

I still can reach out for your air which you

Think comes from verdant pastures and

Sweet streams of water.

Stanski

April 30, 2023, ^