you are like a sister to me. I regret giving you
the impression that I’m pushing you away.
Please forgive me.
When we speak, the words
get shuffled and swallowed by my throat, so I’m
writing this in the hope that it will explain my difficulties.
At present, I have so little time between tending to my responsibilities and I need
to breathe; to
listen for the clean
that sits lightly beneath my clamouring brain. Lately, I yearn
to separate my clashing thoughts and
that I might extract
peace from this confusion.
Please be patient with me, yet
understand this; while I yearn to amass
an ever greater wealth of empathy, I am neither
lonely or deeply unhappy. I find myself in a position
of unlikely privilege, and will do what I can
to fulfil the duties which this
particular privilege brings.
Soon, I anticipate
Should you be absent
from my life on that day
it would be a tragedy, but I
have seen your loyalty –
you will not desert me.
Thank you for
embracing me with your friendship.
You are important to me.
©Jane Paterson Basil