Amends

Amends

I read your poem today.
    Your script graced the page
          weightless
              as a wisp of hair
                   
or a tendril of truth.
    But your words
          carved faultlines, a canyon,
              where your pencil paused.
              
And those wispy lines of truth,
    they formed a riverbed,
        dry and void,
              that snaked across the valley.

And I’m left standing in this dip
    between mountains,
          thirsty          
              for adequate words.
         
If only my apology
    could escape my lips, but softly,
          and form a river
              through your loneliness

back to where I stand,
    right here before you,
          waiting, wanting
              to make amends.


SWPoet
3-15-2010
To JW, my reluctant poet in hiding,
who had to say what he felt in form of a poem,
for me to hear his words.
May he hear the apology in mine
for those little hurts that couples cause
when they love each other
and forget they must also show it.