step one

I say, "We need to talk."

She walks.

I say, "Sit down, it's just a talk."

She smiles politely back at me;

I stare politely right on through.

Some sort of window to my right,

as she goes left and I stay

right between the lines of fear and blame,

and I begin to wonder why I came.

'Let her know that you know best;

cos after all, you do know best.

Try to slip past her defense,

without granting innocence.

'Lay down a list of what is wrong,

things you've told her all along,

and pray to god she hears you.'

As she begins to raise her voice,

I lower mine and grant her one last choice:

"Drive until you lose the road,

or break with the ones you've followed."

She will do one of two things:

She will admit to everything;

or she'll say she's just not the same,

and I'll begin to wonder why I came.

Where did I go wrong ?

I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness.

Again.

I'm breaking the habit.

& now, I fall back from a passion
onto an allergy.
and It feels so fresh.