“Fearless””heroic”

PITY THE PLIGHT

PITY THE PLIGHT

There are so many things I want to say,
As I stand with you,
Meeting you, again, or for the first time.
I wait, listening,
For some invitation to draw near.
The distance of absence seems infinite.
How to breech the miles,
the years, the silence.
My heart is ready.
Reticence comes with fear of your flight.
Too close, too near, too dear.
Pity the plight.
I’m here,
Smiling, heart in hand,
My hand behind my back.

By Joann Nelander