I can't finish a thought
or put a line together
in writing
With pounding urgency
the night of your days
collides into the dreams
of my night
And I, who love you,
am left at loose ends
of the sentence
Searching in all the
wrong places
for all the right
punctuation
to put its meaning back.
You interrupt
the rhythm of my soul's
composing
but no dictionary helps me now.
Your life is a question
I can't answer.
Linda Marie Flaherty writes from Baltimore.
jTC