Thursday in the Afternoon

I cry out and hear nothing,

I wrap my arms around you and feel nothing,

I stare at the empty frame that held your photo;

My tears, in silent despair, outline my loneliness,

My thoughts run through random memories of my youth

and your softness as I once laid my head upon your breast;

I am numb and long for returning sensations,

in my arms and

in my fingertips . . .

my heart, like an empty lot, is lifeless,

I am yours and desire you always and want

to cherish our love and dreams together.

January 24, 1985