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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