• You asked me....
    What was wrong.
    I smiled and said,
    "Nothing really."
    You walked away.
    I cried and said,

    All these years..
    Trying to grasp...
    My hand..
    Into the joyful..
    And longful past.

    I cry naively.
    The next day..
    I have to act..
    As though nothing happened.

    The pain of what..
    He did to me...
    I feel gently...
    And sadly..
    In my fleeing heart.