Again

 

You’re taking with you more than you know

As your footsteps sound out the hall.

For all the wrong reasons,

I consider saying ‘stay’,

But you wouldn’t hear me.

 

Can’t blame the acoustics,

- took your heart and abused it

And my marks wind there like

Stand still traffic on a Friday -

         Something you can’t avoid

         Where tempers flare suddenly

from catatonic stares.

 

In the next day’s reflection,

I find, when honest, what I miss is my control over you

And how my moods dictated

Our ill-fated ship of relations.

I may as well have set course for crash.

I didn’t want to hurt you,

But didn’t know any other way to be

 

And this evidence shows

I can’t carry the blame, it was my nature;

So,

 blame yourself,  after all,

you let me.