Letting All Those Sands Of Time Slip Through Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not see you
i wish not to, but i
feel your
loneliness

it is creeping in
my spine
and now it is hovering
in my hair

your loneliness is
far and deep
it is how i feel it
tonight

you have chosen it
i do not blame you
as i too have chosen
mine the way you
have chosen yours

it would have been
very simple if we
meet as you suggest
then we just be
going together on
a trip or just be
in a house which we
can turn into a home

but i chose not to
and you too chose the
same option

now i begin to
understand what is this
all about

it is all about
wanting to but cannot
thinking about but
cannot simply just do it

very human indeed
ambivalent, both too
certain and yet too
confused

consolingly confabulating
very near and yet too distant
feeling this and unfeeling that
hands complete with fingers
yet letting all those sands
of time slip through