Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Expecting Too Much

It may have been expecting far too much
To think that our blind date could last this long
Today, we’re joined by duty not desire
But something’s hanging, sitting disconnected

For after all, we didn’t choose this life
As much as find ourselves in an alliance
If you’d controlled the search you wouldn’t pick me
I was, in truth, a gift, not a recruitment

The icy winds you chill me with these days
Are neither your intention nor dislike
Somewhere, inside, you’ve left me here alone
And keeping warm is hard when you’re rejected

Today I stand as ready as I was
The day we met to make it work together
My hand extended, open mind, I’m here
Let’s start again, for this time we can see.

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