CALL ME BELOVED

this is how it used to be – it came easy,
in deliberate swoops over the keys –
my fingers hammering out exactly
what lies in my heart. It was me –
I turned my back to it, and yet
the whispers never stopped,
always gently pleading &
feeding me morsels of
phrases, maddeningly
brilliant but never
close enough to
really say that
which I want
to say, so I
let it go,
and it
went
dim.