Because my star
is tied to yours

my love,
my life is entwined

with your own.
And what you do

or say or think or feel;
and what you do not do

or say or think or feel
affects me too.

Some days I wish
it was not so,

that I was not so vulnerable,
that I was like

anyone else, but
then would you have

been drawn to my beacon?
And would I have

recognized when
my heart sang?

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2010

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine