I’ve seen them- pathetic, crawling,
Dried black tears staining their cheeks-
But it’s different this time because it’s me-
Pathetic, crawling…
I had reason
I did
There was a method
To my madness
There was…
There was…
There was love there
He loved me
He did
He just couldn’t show it
I know how it sounds
Like I’m pathetically crawling
And clawing for any reasonable explanation
For his disappearance but…
He couldn’t… it was the aliens
Or the underground
Or the CIA…
He loved me
He would have dried these tears if he could have…
He loved me
He did…
And I’m sure he didn’t tip his friends off.

©Jen2011 8-22