i sit and stare at the peeling of the wall
my head aches and i cry at the emotional fall
i ponder around in what's left of my brain
i feel i'm pushed by a tuck and pulled by a crane
i think of you and often wonder where you are
i often think if i am close or if i'm far
then i realize you are what i cannot hold
yes the cards are dealt but they too need fold
my first love or a mere obsession of mine
you're the pearl i can't purchase yet did find
i've acceptance not your love, but of pity
i ask not of your empathy and sympathy
i must go on
© 1995 S. S. Hudson, Greenwood Leaf
