Wherever You’re At

This is no trial separation,
it’s an amputation
of a limb, a surgery
without the medicine.

But for rare demonstrations
of affection we’re still the same
pair who’ve endured all these
years together. What has changed?

Is it a matter of powerlessness,
of fear? The twisting weakness
of a yielding flesh, of trust,
despair, your power to resist?

Is it the sense, the advent
of becoming aware,
of taking control, wary
of where it will steer?

Is it revulsion engineered
by distaste or disgust, a
faceless mistrust, an obsession
to clear the air?

My full five and fair senses
are rightly impaired, I care for
your liberty, I dare not speak
for fear of what you may seek.

I have nowhere but here,
I still care, I tell you that
because I need you,
wherever you’re at.
© I.D. Carswell