.........i do understand -
and i don't understand
why our need to connect is so strong
for us both. i will not be
your therapist and you
cannot be my lover so
what can we be to each
other to fill our void -
can we be amiable, chat
about the weather and
squeaky wood. How our
cats are growing older
contained as they are in i
space: our souls entangled
as they are. how did we
make us so dependent on
us... we were both so very
broken. dependent as the
breath of air we need. what
can we be to each other that
will not tear the other apart
if i'm here and you are there
we can promise: promise all
visit now and again. life will
be like waiting for Godot...i
thought i had escaped that end in act three.
