If You Write It, They Will Pile Up - Poetry Vol II

Perhaps If We Go Back

I thought of sending you a love poem.

It reminded me of how I used to do that.

What stops me?

I know the words; I have them all there,

And I want to touch you.

It is my fear.

I worry:

You don't love me as you did.

I think:

He will toss my words, my heart,

Away.

Now he has changed.

Oh, I don't want it to be so;

I want to believe; I'm sorry that I am so weak.

I know that you always

Believed me so much stronger -

A woman like me.

Yes.

I am still strong, but I need

Your whispers.

I need you softly, now,

But still as strong as you were then -

In love.

We hesitate to need each other now

As we did then,

Our new strength holding us

Separate; still;

But love cannot weaken.

My love, my strength.

I will save the love poem.

Perhaps if we go back -

In time -

You will see it.

- May 1989