Every time I rose

from off my knees

and ventured East

You traveled West.

We sat together

and took a rest

shoulders pressed

to ward against

the chilling winds of change

I watched your graceful fingers fly

filling full the yawning spaces

of the crossword puzzle

held in both our hands.

And with excited eyes

You wove into a mesmerizing whole

the loosened ends.

But I didn’t understand the language.

It was somehow foreign,

when I tried to read.

And my heart was filled with sorrow

that I couldn’t be

that kindredness

you wished of me.

We say affectionate goodbyes

our yearning fingers slipping from

each others clasp

and turn to face again

the Maze..

You back to me is slipping

from my gaze…

and though the answers

I once knew,

have now forever gone

I believe the One in whom

we both confess

has love beyond this tangled mess

and so I stumble on.