I am


I am

I am not worthy
to be called her sun,
and yet her world
revolves around me.

She spins in my space
and short-circuits
her own life to make
mine more livable.

I’d like to say ‘joyous,’
but tears are in all things
and the best I can offer
is a salt water world,
sullied and silent,
filled with inadequacy
and drowned in fears.

16 thoughts on “I am

  1. First of all condolences on your namesake. I always had a soft spot for Roger, a perfectly charming and urbane man. It is a little grim but beautiful nevertheless this poem. I didn’t realise you were an only child, I am also a member of this club. We do look at the world from a different angle.

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