© 1999 by Lynnette E. Fitch
| At the end of a long day I rushed home, Wind in my ears, wind in my ears, Thinking, thinking, mind sprinting, legs pumping, Hoping to find... An end to my tears? confirmation of my fears? At any rate Something waiting for me, Something to give me answers, Something to tell me Either Time to grieve or time to rejoice. Home. I crept quietly up the stairs, Careful not to awaken others, Stealthily, speedily approaching my room, Almost at my destination, Honing in on my goal, And there I found Nothing. No thing. No word, no scrap of information, No help, no divination Of how you were inclined To feel about me Now At this point in time. Empty blank barren No clue No cue Life is cruel. I must face the new day Without Collaboration, Without Consolation, Without Validation, Without Eradication. I am in limbo, Afraid to hope, Afraid to hate, Afraid to feel. Maybe you, too, curse the postman, Impervious messenger withholding messages. lef, January, 1999 |