This is Me

I move slowly and whince,
As every muscle aches
Like an old hinge needing oil.
I try and focus on the words
All scrawled and untidy on my page.
This is me tired,
Unable to sleep.

I glance at the clock,
Realising time has fleeted.
I've done nothing but think,
Missed meal times in mid-thought.
This is me hungry,
With no desire to eat.

I check my mail,
Nothing but bills and adverts.
No answer machine messages,
No one trying to call.
This is me alone,
With no desire to communicate.

I smile as I look at a familiar face,
I'm consumed with warmth.
I no longer care for myself,
But for this other.
This is me falling in love,
Wondering where I will land.