I used to reach for you
and find your heart waiting,
open, receptive to me.
I used to reach for you
and meet you there.
Warmth in connection,
warmth in mutual wanting.
I reach for you, now,
and nothing is there.
A heart closed to me,
yet open, wanting,
reaching in new directions.
I wore out my use, my welcome.
I pull back, once more alone.
Ink and Vein 