I should not have blamed you.
In fact, I fell alone.
By the time you noticed
I was already gone.
But I wish you'd kicked me
before I hit the floor.
Instead you knelt with me,
so I'm surely done for.
I think you must of known
I was just short of dead
'cause you brought me comfort,
then you made me my bed.
I'd start to get restless
so you'd rush to my side.
You'd fluff up my pillow
and you'd fill me with pride.
One time you laid by me-
I remember your hands-
others you sat with me,
and still others you'd stand.
There were times you would leave,
rarely with a goodbye.
Return was your custom
and so waiting was mine.
So I stare next to me
at this place that you've burned,
despite that you've stated
you intend no return.
But it's all I can do
since I'm broken alive.
I've got no real purpose.
I'm not meant to survive.
But you've always known this,
just a matter of time.
But I've seen just my hope,
what reflects in your eyes.
All the times that you left
so this plan could prevail,
you brought back the hammer
then you brought back some nails.
All the times spent with me
just prepared the coffin,
and again I'm alone
...to try to close myself in


10/07/06
 
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