My life has fallen down around me before…
Many times it entails other people.
Most of the time, there was enough
desire to live and render me
numb to the painful desolation that followed.
And I survived.
But this slow erosion of that desire is
causing me to fall down around my life.
You’re still in my life –
But not really.
You’re out of my life -
But not quite.
I can only transfer my pain to paper…
In a giant passion play.
But this too is becoming
a heavy cross to bear.
Come to love me fairly and honestly…
or stay away.