I need space, he said!
yet, wanted her on the periphery
of his being
yet, wanted her on the periphery
of his being
.
He knew she talked with
the moon
sharing her angst,
That she wrote poetry
about her intensity,
and, his indifference
He knew she talked with
the moon
sharing her angst,
That she wrote poetry
about her intensity,
and, his indifference
He often ridiculed her poetry
calling it fancy words
put together,
crafted to entice.
She wanted him to feel her poems
that she draped around
her soul
but he could only read-
and, barely so!
that she draped around
her soul
but he could only read-
and, barely so!
He wanted space
not knowing that
he had it all along
in her heart
in her heart
