and ~ startled ~
they came running.
They had longed to hear
you speak, eager to please
or at least not scare you who
harbored your sadness alone and
holy at the border of social grace.
Some had romanticized you as hermit
and spiritually engaged beyond
their normal powers of observation
Some had imagined reaching through your ice
Touching your unmoving lips with their own
Heating your detachment into desire
Your syllable broke the holding pattern
so they can ask and you can say that
you do not want to seem needy
you loved watching them live
you wove rescue stories
of friends climbing
Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry - #164.
Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast
Accepted by First Day Press Fall 2013!