To Dr. Plonk: It's Been Days Between the Needing

It's been days between the Needing
your needing...me.
I guess that's just the way of us, the way of things, the cluck of chicks, the movement ticks
and I grow older
and less able to keep up with you
Any change in behavior...surprises me. Delights me.
I'm glad you have made some friends.
I feel that you are growing old, and that shell doesn't do what it used to do.
I feel the same sometimes.
It's one of those items we take with us into adulthood, forgetting.
Forgetting each other are around, at any moment ...would jump to comfort!

It's days between the needing
your leading me away, back again, ebb and flow, coo of dove during ankle deep snow.
Mysterious.
I wish that out there
Somewhere near you...there's a person to comfort.
You rarely speak the demons, their crimes, their ways, your lusts for money and power.
What about this...hour? Did you know I was forgetting you?
Forgetting each other is needing, at any moment, pleading for love.