When I'm Near You

Here:

she is coming.

Methadological footfalls,

irregular breathing, rapid

beating of her heart:  she

is coming to/for me.  She

brings her love, compassion.

How honored I am to even hear

her.  Her glimpse glaze brings

eternity to my paltry self, often

as far from love as love can be:

but now she touches, oh, how she

touches me.