Over Ten Years, I've cried at least ten tears for every one of you.
You are the skipping needle hovering above a broken record of "why didn't he just ask?"
And are you the only one to realize 'This won't sew the edges of his torn soul'?
Ten for every touch you feared and every stare that seared right through your heart.
So I cry for each time you've tried to convince yourself:
Tired transient souls transforming I love yous into I don't knows.
All the unfortunate times they've tried to take you have taxed your weary soul.
Because at his request you would have given your ten toes, last two dollars, and a live rose,
If only he'd honored your No, No, No's.
You have tried so to get by and deny the seriousness of the incident,
but still I sit and cry:
Ten Years for every two tears of 'Why?'
& every blink to keep them from tumbling over the brim of your eyes.
Ten tears for every time your mind tried to tell you you forgot,
that he is really innocent,
or that you are the one who should repent.
'Maybe things didn't happen just so'
or
'Maybe he didn't hear me say, NO, NO, NO.'