Category: Insecurity


Was it you

crying out,
in ebony,
silence, on
the line,
an intake
of breath,
sharp,
stolen-
with a
click?

Graham Bell

I cradled you,
in my arms,
holding you,
until,
Sleep, overcame me.

A stir,
you did not make,
deathly silent,
you were.

I whispered, shouted
teased-
silence.

Checking, your
pulse-
solid-
yet
you-
were quiet,
and your silence,
I took with me,
into,
my
dark
slumber.

These feelings,
swelling, growing,
deep,
inside me.
resentment,
anger,
loss,
jealousy.

Know it,
I do not,
feel it,
absolutely.
Question it?
Certainly.

When,
I ask,
does it
shift
from love,
into uncertainty
of love?

When,
does disrespect,
warrant,
resentment?
Is it jealousy,
or my reaction,
to a lack of respect?

Are these feelings
ever warranted?

I sit,
think,
and,
as always,
question.

Today,
woke up, smiling.
Certain,
that you understood,
turning
your face, away-
perhaps, you
don’t.