Only He Can Help Poem by Louise Tredoux

I wonder where Rudi is, what he’s doing,
while I’m stuck in Home Affairs filling out
application forms for renewal of his passport,
four forms so far - all wrong, my hand is
perverse and does not write what I tell it to,
my mind confused, I doubt my reply to every
question, my eyes are all skew reading the
words all wrong, I feel like crying, when a
strange lady invaded my private space I felt
heat spreading in my face, I cringed – I hate it
when strangers come too near - the things I
do for Rudi! - forms cause psychosomatic
symptoms my brain becomes dysfunctional…
I went home crying, I’ll try tomorrow again,
I long for Rudi’s presence, his sang-froid
and common-sense, I’ve lost my self-
confidence totally, only he can help…