Again it's here
again
like bad dream premonitions
folded in our pockets-
in hand annually.

This time, it's me.
This time
the words bounce
merciless off of
your lips
and slice up my heartstrings--
no hint of malicious
intent.

This time I know
it's my crisis
not yours,
my conflict and drama and tears.
Yours were gone
with the new resolutions
and mine have come 'round
so it seems to foresee
If 'endure' is a term
to use lighty.

I ask you for nothing-
you never asked me.



But then,
you never did have to.

12/14/2004

Author's Note: This winter, it seems, my moods are disgruntled. Honestly, it feels like there's thick grease lining my insides when we bicker. I honestly feel like taking a spatula and scraping it out of me. These next 3 days can't pass fast enough.

Posted on 12/15/2004
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