Somehow, softly.
I love you somehow softly,
wordlessly.
like the darkness
who lulls you to sleep.
but you don’t look at me -
a quiet, useful? presence,
supporting when you call.
the very ground
across your feet.
But do eyes turn,
with sweetness,
to the floor?
the formless floor,
soft one room, squishes through your toes,
then hard: cool, inimical riverstones burning in the cold
and sometimes
dirty, formed with filth and earth.
you don’t care for me,
the floor,
but that i don’t buckle!
beneath your heavy, heartless heart.
No, your loving look is six feet over,
gazing off into the light.
Delight to wash away my dust -
pretend you never knew me!
erase all trace
of me, who loved you,
Go off to your Angel of Death.
No! Don’t hesitate.
I promise you won’t see my tears -
I’ll hide them,
somehow,
softly.
