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