Distance
reading old love letters
thoughts of love and kindness
were once bestowed on me
promises of love
of faithfulness
of steadfastness
distance separates us
on so many levels
feelings of discouragement
my faith moderately fractured
and thoughts are ultimately sad
grief welcomes me home
comfort is temporarily found
in useless frills
not in your absence
not in longing for my lovers embrace
you once wrote
“thank you for loving me so much”
you are welcome
I said out of politeness
and now ponder this thought
when is it my turn?
I pray on my knees
old love letters in my hand
I beg God to give me
the man I wait for
the one who holds my heart
clinging by a fine thread
grasping these old love letters
how long do I wait patiently?
this question dangles
without an answer at hand
and no end in sight
liz feb 2007
