I had hoped you would sense
the cry of these last five weeks,
how my mind indulged itself
in thoughts of living normal
as your friend-
believing God could make
terrible things wash away.
Yet the ones who saw inside
my secret, they knew what the handcuffs
were doing to my heart-
how one can care too much
and be unyielding to new
harsh chains.
And then, on this Wednesday
afternoon of no significance,
you say that everything you
once held to your lips
is now behind you....
and that we, only us,
can move on.
I know you are not behind the curtain
waiting for my arm's reaction,
but a hundred times tonight
I'll go between these conspiracies
and yearn for you
to walk off my stage.
