Early in the beginnings of our knowing,
I have felt
there is more to meet in you
than even you may realize.
It is necessary to say for it is so.
Truth ultimately needs telling.
I feel and hope you think the same of me.
Over the years and life’s distancing
the too few times, despite the many,
we dared to share our selves
gave me, I know,
a sense of life
But as I age
such times seem much too long ago.
I find myself these days
missing what we shared
and wanting more.
As for my complacency,
that is different now;
I am too preoccupied,
too busy with the bites and itching
of questions getting closer,
with every breath I taste,
to answers found only beyond time
Can you sense what my words cannot say?
The more I want from you
is seeing more of me through your eyes –
and, hopefully, you yourself through mine;
that and time enough to let you know
how you have touched
and helped to shape my life.
Too much to ask? Perhaps.
But sense my need and, more,
my gratitude, please,
as well as wanting much the same for you.
Perhaps, for want of presence,
this will have to do.