You are unhappy.
When you are unhappy, I am unhappy.
When I am unhappy, I am unhappy.

You are unhappy.
The last dozen times you have been unhappy,
You have been unhappy with me.
You distance your self, then say
You feel distance between us.
You say, “We need to talk.” I sigh.
I worry all day long that
It’s going to be a long night.

I put on my running shoes.
Preparing for the marathon of pleasing you.
What did I say this time that offended you?
What did I not say that offended you so?
What did I do now? What did I fail to do?
What do I need to say? What do I need to do?
I apologize for old affronts and new affronts,
Then apologize for my assumptions that
The recent past is repeating itself.
This is the marathon we will be running.

You repeat back to me, my own words;
“No one else is responsible for my happiness but me.”
It is my truth, I am responsible for my own happiness.
But then, we strap on our running shoes,
As you tell me you are unhappy because of me.
It is my penance for my sins against you.
I am just happy we are enduring this together.
I am happy that we are together
working on your unhappiness.

04/10/2008

Posted on 04/10/2008
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