Angel in Her Madness

  My own heart flames when you run full strength
and aches with loss when you are watered down
(I never know when you are near:
You come and go without leaving the room).

I long to clutch you close at my side
and pretend not to notice
that you do not notice.
I am pierced by your indifference
and must sometime scream to find release.

Still I follow
and relish the scent of your presence hanging in the air.

Not much.
Nearly enough.

Your scent and your casual absence
is all I know for certain
I will ever hold.