Jan 8, 1999

Stay


Trembling, earnestly searching for answers,
I've said the wrong thing.
You were right all along, you know;
I am making you miserable
My bluntness
My surprise, or yours
And whose slice of guilt do we share a fork to devour?

My new role has no words,
My heart no placid corner to be found
Not in this hour.
Not for you.
Missing half the pieces, we have
thrown together this jigsaw mess.
Who knew it could ever be so beautiful?
Which of us didn't expect it?
You lace up your shoes.
Don't run away, not alone.