Can She Poem by John Madger

As I sit and ponder I feel amiss, for the woman I love wonders alone,
As she journeys through trial and tribulation she feels cold, cold and lacking
Lacking and yearning for the joy of her life. I try to imagine a deed I may do, to help guide her away form the toil of desperation.

Can she see me, does she know I’m there?

The passion of my desire to aid overwhelms her, yet it pains me to witness and abdicate,
To consent her solo journey. The pain I see, the pain I feel, the pain of love, the pain of loss,
It seems that all there might be is pain. Hopeless and alone we are.

Does she seek me, does she need me?

She wonders alone, no end in sight, to have come so far, yet still be lost. Our paths move together yet we cannot touch, though we reach so close yet so far. The depth of our love is beyond sight, the strength of our love has no limit, yet the connection seems loose, we try to join it, so close we are. As we seek the same end, we move from different directions, devouring all in our path. Devour or be devoured.

Can she hear me, can she feel me?

Dare I dream, to wish? To hope that soon we will travel together down the path of wary days, to hold her hand, to show her, I am there, I can feel, to declare that though she must yet travel alone, she has a piece of my soul within her. Always there, to touch, to hold, to comfort. For we are never alone as long as we yet love. So, I wait, I ponder. And dream of the light at the end of dark days. So close yet, so far.

-John C. Madger