Immigrant USA

All the years of wanting and waiting,
all the ages of hurting and paining,
all the hungering, thirsting desire
took only this letter to put out the fire.

"My darling," you've said, "I hope you're relieved
to know that the local laws are agreed;
I cannot return till my five years are over,
to roll you in hay, and hug you in clover."

"You're free to marry, whomsoever you please,
to settle down, have children, sow a few seeds,
And P.S.,I almost forgot to describe
the lovely young lady I've taken for bride.”

Where I Stand

You don’t push me away
you will not drew me near
you hold me at arm’s length
through pain, or shame, or fear?

Who are You?

You are you.
Or are you
a personification
of the flaw in you
that stands out
like your total self?

If the flaw is not You
only a part of you
or of your scheme of things
can I - with clear conscience -
rid myself of you
instead of excising the flaw?

Can I even differentiate
between what you do
and who you are?
Then, when I am feeling secure
in being again with you
will the tumor return
indistinguishable from you?