Clutching At Straws
CLUTCHING AT STRAWS
Beloved, you have been so silent
For many months and are missed
How are you? If I dare ask that is
And what news of you is there?
Is all well? Or else otherwise
If we do not care for one another
Then who will? In the meantime
You may be gone, and indeed are
But not forgotten. So I thought to
Drop you this line, battling on
And while I can. Besides I may
Be of help or use to another
Or so I imagine. After all
Who am I? Who are you?
But another’s imagination?