I don’t blame you for letting go my hand.
Maybe I didn’t hold on tightly enough,
or whisper in your ear “I love you”.
I don’t blame you for not standing beside me,
on this dreary rainy day.
If I were you I’d be up dancing,
in the sunshine somewhere beyond the clouds,
where warmth and light blind the thoughts,
the nagging worries that always turn to doubts.
I don’t blame you for a world that misses your hugs,
the embrace of a moment that captures a lifetime.
I don’t blame you for what you brought,
a time of gentle tenderness,
that still lies like a soft blanket in my mind.
I don’t blame you for your presence,
that kept out the prolonged patter,
of the thousand drops of rain,
a deluge of emotions that now flow,
along boundless streams and rivers,
that for years were safely dry.
I don’t blame you for the magnitude,
of the endless flows and overflows,
etching out new river beds and channels.
No, I don’t blame you for not being here,
to guide me along the currents that sweep me on to parts unknown.