It was never about you and me and us
And what we could be
It was always only ever
About you
Tag conflict
Zigzagged
Pulling
To the right
I’m going my way
Alone
Pushing
To the left
You’re going your way
Alone
Crossing
One another
The distance between us
Separates
Conflicted
Don’t lean too close
For I might push you away
Don’t go too far
For I might pull you back
I cannot say no
For fear I might yet say yes
And saying yes
Might lead me to a no
So I will be still
Until I know which way to go
Reflection
The music echoes unaware
Of the conflict within my heart
I try and read the pages held
Between my hands but my mind
Allows no rest, the wind
Whispers outside the walls
I look for you, I look for
Peace, I wait for words and
Hear the ticking of
Time as it
Trickles
Away
From
Me
Mentoring Myself
I tell myself what I should feel
I tell myself what I should think
What I should do
What I should say
How I should act
And myself turns
The other way
It is like I never
Told myself
Anything
At all
Hardened Wall
I
Say a word
But all I get is a
Wall
I knock
But there is no
Answer
Your silence is deafening my
Heart
While the pain in my chest
Deafens my soul and mind
The stone and bricks have been
Laid
One upon another
Until
There is no way to enter in
Speak to me!
I plead
My tears flow forth
But there is only an impenetrable
Hardness
The wall surrounding you
Is too strong
I cannot enter
In
Magical Tact
Worlds meeting worlds
Souls meeting souls
Connecting together
On this journey of life
If I may offend
If I may speak or write
Without diplomacy
Or magical tact
Don’t turn from me
Have empathy
For if I realise
What I may have said
I would feel remorse
Would want to make amends
Because your friendship
Means more to me than defence
Help yourself, goodnight
Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.”
Hmm. What should you have told me months ago?
What haven’t you been telling me?
All this time we have been together
For some reason
I am not getting a good feeling
I knew there must have been cause
For all your weekend work
The unscheduled callouts
Work-related schedules
That would happen
On my time
Go
I’m over you
There is no need
For any more messages
Left for me on my voice mail
That I can hardly make out
Do not want to make out
Do not want to hear it
And BTW, there is no message
That I do not know anyway
I was not born yesterday
I do not mind sharing
It is secrets I do not like
And information being withheld
As if I would even care
I’m tired, I’m off to bed
But before I go –
No joy from me
Help yourself
Good night
