winter breakup
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We didn't drift apart,
—He sailed away.
Friends chart the waters between us,
Learning to tack towards him with tact,
They gave him port during the storm,
But he does not see
His wake overturns even them
They tell me what lurks
Nine-tenths below the surface.
So I feel unseen weight
Behind each complaint I hear.
With a careful lookout on stormy days,
I steer clear of him.
My watertight compartments
Could fill with the slightest contact,
And drag me under.
Even in clear weather
His face feezes when I approach.
I wonder what will be left
If he ever warms again.
88.05.10
poem copyright © 1988 mark gilbert gadzikowski
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