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Calling Into the Void
I called your name into the void;
I reached out to touch your hand.
The thought that I wouldn't connect with you
Had never shadowed my plan.
But there was never an answer from you
You didn’t acknowledge my cry.
Somehow I should have expected this,
Though I can’t remember why.
Did I do something to make you forsake me?
Did I desert you or hurt you or lie?
Could I have been so absorbed with myself
That I turned my back on your cry?
I know I sometimes behave recklessly,
And that sometimes I appear quite obtuse.
My fear has a way of disguising me
And my defenses can become abuse.
But I never thought I had the significance
To wound you or cause you pain.
I could never have felt that powerful,
I could never have been that vain.
Only now does it suddenly occur to me,
You have feelings I might have destroyed.
But too late to alter the emptiness
Of calling into the void.
©Linda Troxell
I reached out to touch your hand.
The thought that I wouldn't connect with you
Had never shadowed my plan.
But there was never an answer from you
You didn’t acknowledge my cry.
Somehow I should have expected this,
Though I can’t remember why.
Did I do something to make you forsake me?
Did I desert you or hurt you or lie?
Could I have been so absorbed with myself
That I turned my back on your cry?
I know I sometimes behave recklessly,
And that sometimes I appear quite obtuse.
My fear has a way of disguising me
And my defenses can become abuse.
But I never thought I had the significance
To wound you or cause you pain.
I could never have felt that powerful,
I could never have been that vain.
Only now does it suddenly occur to me,
You have feelings I might have destroyed.
But too late to alter the emptiness
Of calling into the void.
©Linda Troxell
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