Forlorn

I speak to her tentatively,
gently as though she is a
flighty fawn, prepared at
the least trifling perceived
threat to hastily retreat
into the thicket of her
insecurity, never to re-appear.

This reflects neither a
preferred option nor a choice
but the stark need that a
suddenly unexpected alteration
in our long relationship of
intimate emotion-sharing
has bafflingly emerged.

Our mutually treasured
roles have been threatened. The
dynamics of the present quite
obscuring the trust so naturally
and assiduously banked over
the years have placed love in a
most insecure position.