I sat beside her on a chilly winter morning

I sat beside her on a chilly winter morning

On a stone in our backyard

Our hands enveloped around each other

My eyes rested upon hers and hers directed

Towards the vast expanse of land

That outstretched before us


She sat like a small child

Resting her head against my shoulder

I could feel that she needed me

More than anything else in the world perhaps.

I thought she liked me…my being with her..

Her pefume was mild

Unlike her age

Her sorrow was deadening

Unlike her self

I wanted to be her companion

...a part of her

Or to be something to her

...in the least

Trying to be so much more

And yet so much less...

Her loss was comprehensible

My feelings incomprehensible

That day i found

The man in me ...much unlike myself