Such is the sickness…

“Such is the sickness of many a good thing
that now into my life from long ago this
refusing to say I love you has bound
the weeping, the yielding, the
        yearning to be taken again,
into a knot, a waiting, a string


so taut it taunts the song,
it resists the touch. It grows dark
to draw down the lover’s hand
from its lightness to what’s
        underground.”

-R. Duncan