For Latitude Of Gratitude Poem by Wilfred Mellers

For Latitude of Gratitude
Written by: Wilfred Mellers
Octet er 12,2016, @ 9: 52 AM

Have you gotten antsy?
Do I no longer tickle your fancy?
Is it that you've found someone better?
You won't answer a single letter.

Have I failed the interview?
Or spaces occupied by someone new.
For the fat you no longer chew.
Or is it that one has now become two?

Am I no longer up for review?
Or am I what you're no longer into?
I have always been tried and true.
But of course, that you already knew.

Is the distance too far?
Or is it just the way you are?
Is it because it's just too soon?
Or is it my words you are immune?

Was it something I said?
Did I get too far inside your head?
Why are you putting up a resistance?
Or would you rather not have a relationship of distance?

Is there no longer a void in your leisure?
Or my sentiments give you no more pleasure.
Is there something that I'm not aware of?
Do words repel off closed ears that don't care?

I often ponder why.
Why do you no longer reply?
Should I even still try?
My arms still reach for the sky.

I try to touch a silver cloud.
Reaching yet, I'm disavowed.
Lighting stuck by that thundercloud.
For in your grace, was I disallowed?

I suppose my words you fear,
And those terms you don't want to hear.
Maybe you were never really there.
Was it a phantom or a figment of my imagination?
A dream seemed to fit the situation.

It was a mirage in a fortress of my solitude.
In magnitude you, I have pursued.
My quest I now conclude.
For latitude of gratitude, I was, at times, misconstrued.