I know my love by what hurts when she's gone. |
When you are with me, love, you are too close to see clearly Great and warm and muzzily defined, as much a part of myself as the world about. Only when you leave do I know you by your absence, like a tooth Wincing, probing the bloody vacancy, finding your edges by what causes me pain. You: The movies we saw together, that we laughed and cried and laughed again whose titles I turn from now in bitterness. The excited barking of our dogs which trails off, puzzled, Why is the pack one less? A head of wavy black hair, glimpsed afar that stops my heart a moment, can it be? But of course it is not you. A stranger’s shy smile, so like yours, those full lips tilted up faintly eyes downcast. Not the tri-colored orbs I love. Our restaurants, where the food is now ash Our bookstore, where I cannot read a page Our park, where I do not linger Our house, as empty and abandoned as I. But when you return – I am whole again, the painful boundary gone, sealed with our merged selves. You frown, worried, as I laugh and kiss you as overjoyed as the milling, leaping dogs. “It was only a week Only visiting family You knew I was coming home.” Ah, love, I can no more comprehend that than can the three wagging their tails who know no time, who cannot think It is only a day more, To them as to me, you are always gone forever. Except that I remember the lack, the void, the wincing touch of an empty place that you fill when you are here. |