Why do you persist
in this
line of questioning and attention.
There’s nothing for you here.
Small talk is not a skill,
neither is undressing
yet you do it so well.
I am here for my own self worth
not for you
or to move with you in circles.
Nor am I pushing your hair back
so as to land the smallest of indignities upon myself,
to kiss your lips.
Instead to see your face,
bland and pasty as it is,
and to lose it in the furrows and creases
of my mind.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
I clicked on this title in my rss reader half expecting to read one of those dreaded notices that one of my favorite writers was about to shutter the store and retire. Thankfully, I found was a pretty good poem instead – whew!
And it is a good one.
Thanks.
I always feel that way when people leave.
That’s why I’ve some deleted blogs still in my blogroll,
as a sort of…..blogroll of honour.
I am sure that
should the day come that you too leave
I shall sorely miss you.