The proximity of your comforting frame
is lacked
I will not say missed
because you were right on target
and you always are.
I’ve just got cold feet
and would love the chance
to resist putting them up against you.

I am disgusted
by petty domestics
do I think I could do better?
well yes,  perhaps
but mainly
I just want the chance
to bring you your towel when you forget it.

January ’08


2 Responses to “proximity”

  1. 1 brightsilentthought February 12, 2008 at 6:44 pm

    I love this poem. For me its about regret, loss, longing and desire. There is no sentimentality in it – its pure emotion. You also don’t try to hide anything.
    Its like the aftermath of a particularly painful argument with your lover.

  2. 2 Bec February 12, 2008 at 11:41 pm

    Thankyou so much for your kind comments.

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