Our love is such
a slender thread
with firey pain below.
"No"
you assure me.
"I'm here to forever
lift you, hold you
catch you if you fall."
But leaving comes
so easily to you
and Yogi echoes
in my ears.
"Deja vu
all over again."
Dare I question why?
How am I to know
you wont leave "Us" again
and will it be
forever next time?
My questions anger
and dismay you.
That thread feels so insecure
my fears fuelled
as I hear the eerie chill
in your voice
"How can you doubt me?"
"I said I'm sorry"
"What more can I do?"
I realize
no reassurance
will quell the fear now.
Grasping the thread tighter
won't change
my tenuous plight.
Looking down
into abysmal despair
then up
into your cool
unforgiving stare
I expel a final
deep sigh of a breath
release my grip
plunge into the inferno
of love's
bittersweet death.
© RRE 11-18-01
