Friday, April 13, 2012


the littlest exclusion   
draws my attention from the tightrope   
of my life—   
pulls my concentration   
from the next step   
forces me to waiver   
as my attention perceives   
something wrong in my periphery   
one misspoken word   
one invitation unsent   
one empty promise   
pushes me off balance   
makes my steps falter and fail   
Where are you?   
under me with a net?   
beside me with encouragement?   
ahead of me with assurances?   
your disembodied voice   
carries concern   
yet you never come   
you never have time   
you never share my heartbreak   
beyond an obligatory phone call   
as you unthinkingly   
plunge me into an abyss of loneliness  

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman 

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