Virtue

This morning I got a phone call
I thought it was you
I was so excited to hear your voice
But I was disappointed when it wasn't you

And this is getting stupid
And this is getting old
Ignoring me like this
And it hurts

Break apart
Breaking apart
Breaking apart
Broken apart

So where do we go from here?
You apologize
But each time makes it harder
To forgive you

Harder
And harder
And harder
But here's the thing:

I do forgive you.

Slow Dance in the Moonlight

A Dream.

Two families. Two People. Two Meets One.
The fear. The rejection? The fear.
Try to sing to make it better.
You can't. I laugh.
Hold your face with my hands.
Start to slow dance.
Music comes from our soul.
Your eyes are the ocean; your hair is so soft.
Close my eyes and rest my head against your shoulder.
Taller than me. It works.
I wish to dance the night away.
Slow dancing under the golden moonlight.
I lift my head. You haven't taken your eyes off me.
How did I become so brave to be here.
We break apart. We must leave.

I meet you again.
Shorter hair. I say I like it. Makes you look more like you.
You smile. Were unsure how I would take it.
Both so unsure but willing to make this work.
The snow is warm.
Try to kiss me. I turn away.
I look at my house and feel judging eyes.
My eyes.
My promise. I cannot break it for myself.
I want to cry; I want to take it back.
You try again and I tell you no and why.
Sigh. Then I do from sadness and relief mingled.
And you pull out a box. A ring.

And I woke up.

No sense. Not Nonsense.

Take it in.
Breathe it in.
Panic. Panic.
It's found you
Running, running.
Burn it up.
Smell the smoke
The flames race higher
Reach to heaven
Look up. Look up.
The smell hits your face.
The rain will wash it away.
Let the rain wash it away.
It can't forgive your sins.