“Don’t leave me”, were the pleading words you said.
Yet how can I leave someone who’s not there?
“Don’t leave me all alone” — your words (with dread)
as if we’re in some torrid love affair.
“I need you in my life”, you said with tears.
Yet I’ve no function in that life today.
For when I send my arrows or my spears
of love or any thing, you look away.
So far we’ve not fulfilled our mission call;
we never really finished what began.
Parentheses have been our curtain call.
(Sometimes you made me feel like I’m a man).
There is no you for me left here to leave.
In the meantime I’ll just quietly grieve.
© Alan Morrison, 2013