I Can No Longer Hear the Music
 

It’s You, me, and nothing

But no noise and the silence

That comes from watching

Everything I can’t control.

I call it meditation,

My husband calls it anxiety–

My daily offer, my daily sacrifice

At Your feet. The fool I was,

Once young and in love with You,

And now I’m old and in love

With You, feeling out the nooks

And crannies of lifelong devotion

And skin rippled with my heart’s

Regret. But I don’t regret jumping

Into the only relationship

That has withstood my (un)doing

Because of everything You did,

and do, and will always do,

Even when I sit and wonder

Why I can no longer hear the music.