Timbre

 

I feel the connection … shifting,

as if the bonds/fibres that hold me

here were somehow fraying.

 

I really can’t explain it totally,

it use to be so easy to

write it, but of late … what?

 

It’s as if  the fabric of my

existence is being torn from me …

like a blanket used to swaddle is

torn off leaving you cold … remote.

 

It started when you left,

I have never felt so all alone …

so bereft of connection,

this was the beginning.

 

Then, I started to think …

always my worst time; time

to think and feeling alone.

 

And then the cloud descends,

do you still know I love you,

can you feel the bond, the always

soul- teather that has always

joined us.

 

Will you still love, feel, know me

as always, or will that change …

be replaced by — what?

 

The timbre of us, the we of us …

will we survive, I have enough doubts

of me … to start doubting we

is unfathomable, and yet … there.

 

You seem so small now, frail

now, I fear breaking you

somehow, and it drives me

deeper and away.

 

I as always want to be the strength

I have always been … but now

don’t feel, help me, regain me please,

for I feel I have lost my way …

and your light is what I need,

so please shine.

 

Glenn D. Clarke / 09