I remember nineteen
and being unsure. I
remember loving in
desperation the wrong
boy I kept too long.
Why did you bring
me these memories
of sadness and lack
of self-efficacy. Oh
the pains I endured
to get past sadness
and all its entrails,
all it entails. Oh all
the begging to a god
that deftly turned away.
Cries on deaf ears,
the irony. How could
you come finally in
the hour I stood strong,
alone, resigned to it
and happy not knowing
I was lonely...until you.
This is about you in
my heart. This is about
you in yours. I am alibi.
