AT YOUR INSISTENCE

All of the years
I pressed my nose
Against the glass
Of your existence.

I was certain
What held us back
From a union
Was your resistance.

Until one day
I came to know
I pressed my nose
At your insistence.

What brought me back
Time and again
To press my nose
Was your persistence.

That my pressing
Against your glass
In such a way
Was your subsistence.

And then I knew
What held us back
From a union
Was my resistance.

For us to be
Then not to be
Might be the end
Of my existence.
© 2001 by Michael J. Farrand


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