by Ruth Sanford
cannot always go where you would go nor stop and stay where you
can wait beside the path
there when you come again,
touch your hand to feel your tears.
your tears come. I, too. have loved
felt a heart
close to mine that could not stay or be as I would wish
pulse that alwavs beat with mine.
too, have longed for closeness that could not forever be when
most I yearned
to have it free
willing, by my side.
would know your grief I feel your pain as if it were my own and
yet it's not.
but reach my hand across the chasm of our separateness and share
heaviness you bear-the loneliness-and say with all my heart, I