headline poetry

And yet you still dwell
in the viscous silence
of the nether reaches
that gloried your rank.

Once looming, so large,
enticing us to stay
the close viewing that
would pull your silky covers,
our wonderment, after all,
diminished,
now finds you demoted.

Small, cold, hard.
The same impenetrability,
with a new scarcity of promise.

But then, and during most of that,
I was so far away
in what must have been
the opposite direction
of noise and light
and warm things
soft to touch.
And, for so long …
Where have I been
an intermittent dweller?
Where did my life go?

But, nevermind,
my partner in crime
has fled with the goods
leaving me to hold
an empty bag
again.