Stay In Touch

“Beware the ides of March”. Thus the Soothsayer portends Calpurnia’s dreams Made real, blood staining Roman streets. “Stay in touch”. Parting words, soft spoken with questioning Gaze. What portent is this? Are my dreams To shape my corporeal present? Are my emotions again to stain my waking hours, Opening wounds barely closed, tears washing Clean the blood of grief? “Stay in touch”. I like those words, they bring the inner fizz of Anxiety, nagging at me, disturbing my sleep. “It’s been a long time” and “Stay in touch”: The alpha and omega of our meeting. There is a palpable difference in you; a change, Do you now see a different future, free of history? Have you taken the deep breath and sought the Intimacy of your space? Your own space, Where you confront the demons of the past, And the fears of days to come? I like those words. There is a future in those words; not the Finality of never seeing you, never knowing You again. “Stay in touch”: portent of a conversation, That, maybe, perhaps, might lead to a place where Happiness colours the world, bleaching bright clean The stained steps of the past. “Beware the ideas of March”: there is no envy, I think, Nor ambition, nor the hubris of power in you; Only the resonances of the past, that can be healed. And I? I am no Emperor, falling at the scent of the Adoring vulgates, desperate for the crown of your love. No. I am the romantic hope-aholic, who listens To your song and stills his eager mind and Fluttering heart. “Stay in touch”: I like those words.