I write.

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]