Only cowards write
I’m afraid to forget you
I write.
I find a truth in you
I can’t stop the
Force of my hand to embrace
My pen and start again the
Sublime communion of a
Continuous presence that
Could only be acknowledged
When
I write.
I am not your servant.
I am not your companion.
I am not your audience.
I am not your critic.
I am not a confirmer of your sense-of-being
I could but will never be.
You don’t need my laughter.
You don’t need my mockeries.
You don’t need me
I write.
Only cowards write.
I’m afraid to lose you.
I write.
[written in 1998]
[written in 1998]
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