The Hem Book

The book That was to HEM us together Tore Us like old under garment Threads Of emotions Hanging from under skirts And sleeves Of shirts I saw you shredded in disbelief Right below the rash Moment showing The self indulged will Destroying Pages upon pages Of expectations When the dam broke It was not mere spotting It was a torrent Not knowing how to separate The frivolous fromm the wanted Making the meaningless More important than the life time I held the tattered leaf In a wind Battered hand My thoiught like strings Stranded In your presence And was not afraid To make my choice Again. We were more apart then Than close As letters Getting meaning from proximity When you left I was still at the boundary Of my faith, Torn between your healing And your discard To the plattitude Of silence. You would go crazy If you knew How innocent I am, And how emotionally strong Searching for the lamb In your wilderness Of meaninglessness.