The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by E.M. Schorb

CAPITULATION

Be near me now; Time's weakened me; be

near me now; let me have my way once more.

Forgive, forget; you must remember me

now in my need.  Come in the door,

sit down, relax, and let us talk

of all the silence listened for

these many years.  I walk

alone in here and putter

weakly.  I'm white as chalk.

Perhaps, I mutter,

in truth, it's I,

who cannot utter

a cry,

may sigh . . . .