Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Away.

Away


by james bezerra



I met a girl who went away.

I asked and asked for her to stay,

but it turns out that wasn’t her way.

So away and away she went,

until I explained that I’d meant

that my asking her to stay

was also a promise that I wouldn’t go away.

It all gets quite complicated

because we each get so agitated

worrying about whether to stay

and whether the other will eventually go away.

And whether we each should run away

in case the other, one day, decides not to stay.

See, everybody has been hurt in some way

and everyone deals with that in his or her own way.

But I still think that she and I just may,

be able to work this out one day,

if only we could each stop running away

from the other.

 
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