I sit down to write to you..

Lumps of constrained sadness...I try to swallow
The heavy insoluble lump stays... recalcitrant

"Our love" I write...I strike it; The word "love" seems trite and hollow..
To define this formless and nameless verse,
That like liquid, takes shape and form of the universe.

I feel the clasp of this quarantined sadness....
The clasp hardens, crushing my soul..resistant

"I miss you"..I  write..Banal!.I elide it; The diaphanous phrase..hollow!
Vapid words that I struggle with your absence,
Ironically, I battle your presence, an all encompassing presence.

"Let us talk?"..I compose...and then recant it..Silence...
Yes, I did sit down to write to you..
"You" I wrote...

Celestial altitude

I sat by the windows, the sun invading my solitude
A Steller' jay sat on the branch of the tree outside..
She caught my fancy, as she perched...a lofty attitude
I wished you saw her too, and you were by my side!
She flew away, leaving me,...on to her celestial altitude
Like how you left in the ebbs of the lunar low tide..
Did you and this bird, together, in blues.. collude?
Impermanence...fleeting and yet eternal!.. I confide...
That momentous love does stay forever, no matter how you delude!