R.M. Dolin, April 29, 2022
Days of anguished separation subsume my nights of relentless worry….where are you? It’s not fair that you charmed me with tender care and powerful passion, touching my soul in ways that long ago seemed lost to the possibility, causing me to love you, only to now be abandoned for reasons I do not understand…… At a time when I most need a friend, when I dearly need you, I hear only sounds of your silence. When all that’s being taken darkens my ability to see all that remains, there’s such a loneliness that empties to echoes in the corridors of my heart you opened, places that previous to you, were securely sealed, …..where are you? Chopin can’t calm me the way he once could, neither can the setting sun over my majestic mountains. I expect to suffer, it’s my destiny, but it’s not a sign of weakness to seek comfort from those I care about….who are supposed to care about me. I wander aimlessly through the narrowing canyons of my mind wondering if this sadness ever ends……where are you?
Poem from which “The Dangling Conversation” novel was conceived. The novel’s entire outline is capture in these three stanzas.
