Let Me

Let me touch his hand.
Let me feel his arms around me.
Let me hear his voice say these words
are false and I will not have to worry.
Let me know all will be well and I can be free.

I hear these words;
these words in which depress me,
and begin to shatter my being.
I feel these harms;
these harms in which will bruise me,
and begin to torment me.
Let me know I am safe.

But I talk of and to
no one of this world.
This man is long gone;
upon the souls
of the understanding
and begotten.

Let me know he is happy.
Let me know he is there,
waiting for me.
Let him know I see him,
but longing for him to see me.

Let our shattered souls become
what they could not in this sad world.

16 February 2014

©LJ